American Old Time Song Lyrics: 29 The Whistling Wife
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 29
THE WHISTLING WIFE.
Written by Harry Randall and A. S. Ellis. Arranged by John S. Baker.
You've heard about the latest fad that fills us with amaze,
I mean that silly fashion called the female whistling craze;
My wife is fairly on the job, although it's so absurd!
And all day long, to my dismay, she whistles like a bird.
You should hear her whistling, drives me mad with her whistling,
she starts it in the evening, and don't leave off till dawn;
You should hear her whistling different kinds of whistling,
She whistles "Yankee Doodle "and the "Dead March in Saul!"
She never calls me by my name, but treats me like a dog,
For now she always whistles me, as if I were a dog;
Last Sunday night we went to church, And I with shame turned red,
For when the people sang the hymns she whistled 'em instead!-Chorus.
She's known at all the pubs around, for she wets her whistle now,
And if I want my meals at home, it don't come off somehow;
I have to whistle for my grub, and chirrup for a sip,
And they say we are the loveliest pair that ever "cocked a lip! "-Chorus.