American Old Time Song Lyrics: 31 Isnt It Awfully Hot

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ISN'T IT AWFULLY HOT?

The sun it goes up and the sun it goes down,
Isn't it awfully hot?
And people get riled and say with a frown,
Isn't it awfully hot?
We crawl through the streets, feeling nearly half-dead;
If you're feeling white, it soon turns you red,
While the old man exclaims as he mops his old head,
Isn't it awfully hot?

Our butcher sits grinning like mad at his door,
Isn't it awfully not?
He's thinking how soon you'll have to pay more.
Isn't it awfully hot?
Then our grocer is stamping and tearing his hair.
For the flies to collar his sugar do dare.
And his butter, oh! Lor', where is it? oh! where?
Isn't it awfully hot?

Out in the fields nearly every night,
Isn't it awfully hot?
Young lovers they seem to take a delight.
Isn't it awfully hot?
They're under the trees whenever you pass,
In every corner a lad and a lass;
Tho' shy, the girls say, let us lie on the grass,
Isn't it awfully hot?

Some couples I saw go to church yesterday,
Isn't it awfully hot?
The wedding-bells rang and seemed for to day,
Isn't it awfully hot?
It's deucedly nice getting married, we know,
'Till twelve o'clock strikes and your friends all do go,
then you toddle to bed in a minute, but, oh!
Isn't it awfully hot?

If this goes on longer, oh! where shall we be,
Isn't it awfully hot?
We'd better be mermen and live in the sea,
Isn't it awfully hot?
If it's hotter below, it much me deceives;
How cool it would be if they'd let us wear leaves.
We could then walk about like Adams And Eves,
Isn't it awfully hot?

Our milkman is doing a rare lot of trade,
Isn't it awfully hot?
'Tis said by the wise, a fortune he's made.
Isn't it awfully hot?
But you'll soon find out how he makes it pay,
For his farmer but fetches him five cans a day,
Yet he always sells eight, at least so they say.
Isn't it awfully hot?
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