TURN DOWN THE GAS.
Copyright, 1801, by Will Rossiter.
Words by John A. Fraser, Jr. Music by Geo. Schieffarth.
When a girl is so bashful that blushes suffuse
Her cheeks every time that a young fellow woos,
There is only one way, boys, to comfort the lass;
Don't say that I told you, but turn down the gas.
When mamma and pupa are safe in their beds
No thought of the young folks will enter their heads,
And, boys, it's a secret, out girls, as a class.
Are tickled to death when you turn down the gas.
She will say, "Charlie, don't; you're Just awful;
What would mamma say? please let me pass;
Oh, I'm so frightened, so late at night.
And, Charlie, how could you-you've turned down the gas."
She'll pretend to get mad, and she'll say that "you're mean,"
But if you believe her, you're awfully green;
Just you tell her you think it's a jolly old lark
To sit with a dear Little girl in the dark.
Don't lose any time then, but let your arm stray
Around her slim waist in an innocent way,
And when she says "quit it," just give her a squeeze,
And turn down the gas lower still, if you please. Refrain.
When you've quite calmed her fears of this innocent bliss.
You will make a mistake if you ask for a kiss;
Just you turn her face upward, and bend down your own;
But, pshaw! you know how, you don't need to be shown.
Remember, faint heart never won lady fair;
So don't be afraid, you'll succeed if you dare;
Oh, had I a beau, out I have not, alas!
Say, won't you come over and turn down the gas?- Refrain.
Pointing or looking to some one In audience.