American Old Time Song Lyrics: 32 The Turn Verein Cadets
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 32
THE TURN-VEREIN CADETS.
Copyright. 1883, by Wm. A. Pond & Co.
Words by Ed. Harrigan. Music by Dave Braham.
When the moon shines bright on a summer's night,
We go out on a grand parade;
The Arion Club is a handsome sight
All dressed in a masquerade;
Such pretty German boys, their mother's little joys,
oh! hootey, tootey, Kleiner Deutcher Pets;
In soldier's clothes away we go
In the Turu-Verein Cadets.
Chorus.
Ein, zwei, drei, oh, keep your head up high.
When marching by you hear them ladies cry;
Oh! dear me, come over Mister Oetz
And see these little children in the Turn-Verein Cadets.
Don't we put on style down at Coney Isle,
Where they drink of the good bock-beer;
We laugh and sing while the cymbals ring,
And dance with our sweethearts dear;
We listen to the band play airs from Faderland,
We're hootey, tootey, Kleiner Deutcher Pets;
'Mid mirth and song we march along
In the Turn-Verein Cadets.-Chorus.
There's the sweet trombone and the baritone,
And the trumpet that plays so fine;
The Arion Band that sounds so grand.
They came from the dear old Rhine;
Oh! lots of pleasure, too, you bet they give to you,
We're hootey, tootey, Kleiner Deutcher Pets;
So neat and gay we march away
In the Turu-Verein Cadets.- Chorus.