MY SON CHARLEY.
Copyright, 1890, by E. H. Harding.
By Joseph P. Skelly.
The chap I'm going to sing about, I'm very proud to tell,
Is a member of my family, you ought to know him well;
He keeps the corner store above, where he sells his beer and wine,
And he holds a public sinecure, for he's a son of mine!
My son Charley! Oh, he's the lad! I hear them say he's awful bad!
Such a boy I never had as my son Charley!
My Charley is a citizen, and he votes for Tammany Hall;
They will put him up for Alderman if he lives until next fall;
He has the ward all to himself, and it's him that cuts a shine;
He commands a great influence there, for he's a son of mine!-Chorus.
He wears a handsome black mustache, and puffs his long, brown hair.
And in his breast immaculate, the richest emeralds glare;
In a quiet neighborhood, up town, he has a girl so fine;
And site's going to marry next Sunday week, this darlin' son of mine.-Cho.