American Old Time Song Lyrics: 33 The Little Old Seven A Week

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The Little Old Seven a Week.
Copyright, 1891, by Henry J. Wehman.
Written, Composed and Sung by Jas. McAvoy.

'Tis a mystery to know just how some people live
On a salary of seven a week;
now they do it so regular 'tis hard to believe,
On the wages of seven per week;
Everything that they wear all appears to be new;
There's some legerdemain-that's between me and you-
But it's funny to me what sane things they will do
On that little old seven a week.

On that little old seven big dollars
Of the poor dry-goods clerk I will speak;
I will solemnly swear they look like millionaires
On that little old seven per week.

There's the widow that goes out a-sewing each day
For her little old seven a week,
And still she insists, and will positively swear,
That she only gets seven a week.
Her husband is dead only but a short year;
Her deep crape and mourning does soon disappear;
Soon she dresses like a queen, with big sparks in her ears,
On that little old seven a week.

On her seven big silvers a week.
And with powder and paint on her cheek,
Still she dresses quite fine, and she's right up in line
On her little old seven a week.

Now the single young man's to be married quite Boon-
Well, his salary is seven a week;
But what will he do when he whistles this tune
Of the little old seven per week.
When he says that word "Yes "he'll be sorry he spoke;
He'll soon look like a tramp, when his clothes are in soak,
When he drops from a dude to a tough-looking bloke
On his seven "Pea Astors" a week.

On his poor little seven a week.
When he looks like a museum freak;
And where will he land with six kids on his hands
When the limit is seven per week.

There's the girl that trims bats in a millinery store.
Her salary is seven a week;
But, the way it appears, I am sure she gets more
Than that small sum of seven per week.
To parties and balls she'll stay out very late:
She gets only seven, but knows more than eight;
She can beat any girl drinking beer in the State
On some dude's little seven a week.

On her little old seven a week.
However she does it she's slick;
Her board and her washing cost twelve and a half.
And she only gets seven per week.
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