American Old Time Song Lyrics: 28 No Room
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 28
Copyright, 1890, by Harding Bros.
Written by A. E. Martin & M. Cavanagh. Composed by Ernest J. Symons.
In me you see a most unlucky man, and my heart with grief is torn:
For things, you see, are going wrong with me, and I wish I'd ne'er been born;
That I'm a bore to everyone, I'm sure is as plain as plain can be;
I want to leave this weary, wicked world, for there is no room for me.
No room, no room! Happy I ne'er shall be,
In vain I've tried, the world is wide, but there is no room for me.
I lived in lodgings when a single man, I was happy, blithe and gay;
And with the mistress often used to flirt when her old man was away;
He once came home before his usual time, she was sitting on my knee.
He punched my head, and then he gently said that there was no room for me.
No room, no room! Outside you go! said he;
he broke my jaw, and slammed the door, cause there was no room for me.
I loved a girl, a pretty little pet- yes. I loved her fond and true;
One night I thought my love I'd serenade, as a lover ought to do;
At dead of night I climbed the garden wall just as gently as could be,
But the dog came round, and I quickly found that there was no room for me.
No room, no room! he came behind, d'ye see
He took one bite, I said "good night!" There was no room for me.
I had a dream, an awful, horrid dream-yes, I dreamt I was no more;
I surely thought I'd find a quiet place on that far-off golden shore,
but Peter slummed the wicket in my face-you can't come in here said he,
I had to go to the other place below, for they had no room for me.
No room, no room! Happy I ne'er shall be;
In vain I tried to get inside, but they had no room for me.