THE FUNNY LITTLE FELLOW WITH THE HIGH, HIGH HAT.
Copyright, 1890, by G. H. Kline.
Composed for Miss Patti Rosa by Gustave H. Kline.
How many sweethearts I have got is hard for me to tell;
If I should some describe to you, perhaps you'd know them well;
It keeps me busy counting all the presents that they bring;
Although there's none of them my choice, I've got them on the string.
Funny little fellow with the high, high hat,
And another little fellow with a cane.
A big, fat man who walks like that,
And a fellow with a title to his name,
A Frenchman gay with his "Oui Monsieur,"
And an Englishman with "On are you, me boy
A Dutchman mit his "Nix-come-a-rous,"
And a Mick named Pat Malloy.
While going to church or driving out with handsome narry Brown,
Oh, he is just the dearest boy, the sweetest man in town;
While at the corners there they'll stand, to look they know not how,
So, with a sigh and jealous eye, they tip their hats and bow.
Now, by-and-by we'll married be, dear Harry and myself; ?
I do not wish to die an old maid, or be laid on the shelf,
But when at times I'm left alone, and Harry's gone away,
I cannot help but think of all my beans of by-gone days.