American Old Time Song Lyrics: 30 The Little Bunch O Berries

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 30

The Little Bunch o' Berries.
Words by Ed. Harrigan. Music by Dave Braham.
As sung by Harrigan & Hart in "The Muddy Day."

It's down by the riverside I stand behind the bar,
My customers are workingmen and sailors,
And every jolly Jack that comes off a man-o'-war,
Steamboats, merchantmen and whalers;
They surely call on me when they come home from sea,
From Patagonia Island or Canaries;
They say, "Let's have a glass, oh, we never, never pass
The widow at the Little Bunch o' Berries.

Chorus.
The number's forty-four, the name is on the door,
Oh, Mary Ann Elizabeth O'Leary;
You couldn't pass her by, whenever you were dry,
The widow at the Little Bunch O' Berries.

Oh, you'd see a crowd of boys a-standing 'round the stove,
I'm dealing out the sherry and the brandy;
With juicy, spicy whiskey punch, a lemon and a clove,
Airy, gracefully and handy.
I'm rolling out the gin, the money's rolling in,
From boatmen and the pilots of the ferries;
They say. "Let's have a glass, oh, we never, never pass
The widow at the Little Bunch o' Berries.-Chorus.

On Saturday night, my boys, it's then I do my trade,
They're paying off the stevedores and spooners;
Oh, come and hurry, quick, and get a brandy sour made,
Soda, schweitzer-kase and schooners.
The boss he hollers out, now let ye stand about,
And hurry, hurry up the Tom and Jerries,
For we must have a glass, oh, we never, never pass
The widow at the Little Bunch o' Berries.-Chorus.