THE LITTLE SIGN IS GONE.
Written by Thos. Moore. Hung by Jus. Gordon.
Tune-" The Little Sign Is Still Above the Door."
You have heard about the sign on which the name was mine,
And how proud I was to hang it o'er the door;
Alas! it's gone away, and I think it's going to stay;
I don't believe I'll see it any more.
A gang came in one day and I heard the leader say:
If he makes a "kick," we'll nail him to the wall,
Then, without a word of warning, they tore away the awning,
And they carried off the sign, saloon and all.
Now the little sign is gone from o'er the door-
When I think of it my heart is sad and sore.
I'll take my money, every penny, and go back to old Kilkenny,
And I'll never go in business any more.
When they came to clean me out, they began to hoot and shout;
They said I was a "jay," I wasn't in it;
When at one I made a pass with an empty-schooner glass,
I was hanging to the ceiling ill a minute;
When I cried to them to stop, they went out and brought a cop;
He cut the rope and down he let me fall;
Then In- tapped me on the head And left me there for dead,
While they took away the sign, saloon and all.-CHours.
Just the cause of all the row is what I'm going to tell you now:
The business had been falling off of late.
So, of course, when Munch, the brewer, put his foot inside the door,
He'd see a hundred names upon the slate.
When one day he brought his bill and I showed the empty till,
And told him that again he'd better call,
Away goes Mr. Munch and takes a mortgage on the lunch,
And now he has the sign, saloon And all.- Chorus.
From the way that I was treated, I believe that I was cheated;
I never saw the likes of it before;
They took away the bar on an elevated car;
Sure, they didn't leave the sawdust on the floor;
They took away the pictures, the box and all the fixtures,
The license I had hanging on the wall,
And I think, upon my life, if she was there, they'd take my wife,
When they took away the sign, saloon and all.-Chorus.