COME DOWN, MRS. FLYNN.
Copyright, 1890, by Frank Harding.
Words and Music by J. W. Kelley. Sung by Maggie Cline.
There's a boarding-house next door to mine not of the highest grade,
Where no one but a gentleman would stay;
And Mrs. Flynn keeps them in line, she has them all afraid,
And not a saucy word they have to say;
Sometimes there will be one come home with his skates on;
He falls six times before he finds the door;
He has lost his key as well, and has to pull the bell,
. Then sings a song he often sung before:
Come down, Mrs. Flynn, are you going to let me In?
I'll rouse up every neighbor in the block;
For it's raining, don't you see; so throw me down the key,
And I'll promise to be home at ten o'clock.
Last Tuesday night the servant-girl to a party had to go,
A friend of her's got married to a man;
She said she would be home again at ten o'clock or so;
She didn't think they would send out the can;
The party wasn't through till a quarter after two.
And she came strolling home with Paddy Joyce;
The door was locked, of course, and she a little hoarse.
So she sang out in a robust tenor voice: -Chorus.
When Saturday comes 'round it brings a heap of trouble In,
As each man steps up and pays his bill;
To kick about the supper then they instantly begin,
But Mrs. Flynn can easily keep them still;
"I'll scold the man," says she, "that speaks of mine or me ";
To get outside they think the proper thing;
But. sure as you are horn, at three on Sunday morn
The crowd gets home together and they sing:-Chorus.