SIGNOR BING BINGER, THE BARITONE SINGER
Copyright, 1888, by J. C. Greene & Co.
I sing of a feminine gender,
Delicate, gentle and kind,
Innocent, sweet and tender,
And vowing one day she'd be mine.
For operas this girl was crazy,
And opera singers as well,
But when I said: Be mine! she replied: "I decline!"
And the reason I'm going to tell.
She said, at the Chinese theatre
There was the man of her choice,
Signor Bing Binger, the baritone singer,
With such a magnificent voice.
I tried with my voice to enchant her,
I sang her my tra la, la, la.
But she said: Your no singer,
Go hear my Bing Binger sing tra la, la, la, la, la, la.
Said I, now my darling Ti-ti-ti,
For that was the dear creature's name;
My heart is as dry as old tinder,
Don't add to the fuel with flame.
I'll take lessons of Campanini,
I'll strike the high "0 "like a bell-
That was all of no use, she gave me the deuce,
And she stuck to her baritone swell.-Chorus.
I imported an upright piano,
And also a teacher that sings;
He taught me sweet "Eileen Alanna,"
And a new song he called "White Wings."
He taught me "Sweet Violets " and chestnuts,
And "When the Swallows Homeward Fly,"
And "Sadly I roam "and "Home Sweet Home,"
And "We Never Speak As We Pass By. " -Chorus.