MY LITTLE SIDE DOOR
Copyright, 1884, by Wm A. Pond & Co.
Words by Ed. Harrigan. Music by Dave Braham.
I've a nate little bar for beer And cigar,
Fine whiskey and sweet lemonade;
About six o'clock there's no bar on the block
Can equal my family trade.
I've brandy and gin, there's no bar can begin
For to beat me in liquors galore;
They say, "How are you, Dan?" with growler in hand,
As they enter my little side door.
It's there one and all of the neighbors would call,
Patronizing quite freely my More;
Oh. it's, "Good-evening, Dan," with growler in hand,
They enter my little side door.
Oh, there's Timothy Burke, when he's done his work.
So eager he looks for his beer;
I fill up his can like a true decent man,
I give him good measure, ne'er fear.
Oh, there's Widow Malone, oh, she's quite sad at home,
Yet she sends in her can o'er and o'er;
They say, "How are you. Dan?" with growler in hand,
As they enter my little side door.-Chorus.
When the supper is spread with corn, meat and bread,
It's take down the pail and go buy
A pint of bock beer, oh, the poor man to cheer,
A-toiling all day makes him dry;
A sweet little boy, he's his father's own joy,
Comes a-running right into my store,
He says, "How are you, Dan?" with growler in hand,
As he enters my little side door.-Chorus.
There's many a cop calls in for a drop,
So sly, but that's nothing new;
Between you and I, the police are dry,
Quite friendly am I to the blue;
There's poor Mrs. Rugg and her little brown jug,
With her apron she covers it o'er;
She says, "How are you, Dan?" with growler in hand,
As she enters my little side door.-Chorus.