American Old Time Song Lyrics: 35 I Forgot It

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 35

I FORGOT IT.
Written by E. A. Martin. Composed by Harry Randall.

Now, once I had a notion I was cut out for the stage,
And thought that as a singer I would start;
I sold my clothes and pawned my watch, to buy some comic songs,
And practiced till I knew them all by heart.
I made my first appearance at a little concert hall-
The curtain rose, the prompter struck the gong,
The band's-men played the symphony, I walked upon the stage,
But when I went to start that blessed song-

Chorus.
I forgot it! I forgot it!
The prompter said in language strong, "Hang it all! begin the song ";
But I forgot it! quite forgot it!
And then they let the curtain down And kicked me off.

One day I paid a visit to some dear old friends of mine,
Who lived out in the suburbs, so to speak;
Out in their little yard they kept a cock and two old hens,
And from them had at least one egg a week.
They gave me one, a beauty, as a present for my wife,
Said I, 'twill surely give her great delight;
So in my coat-tail pocket, I it safely stowed away,
But when I reached my home that very night-

Chorus.
I forgot it! quite forgot it!
I sat myself down in a chair, jumped up and began to swear;
I'd forgot it! quite forgot it!
And my wife declares I tried to hatch that egg.

I took my wife and baby up to Scotland last July,
And as we meant to stay a week or two,
My wife took lots of boxes, her parrot, cut and dog;
To look after them I had my work to do.
When we got to Edinboro' town I piled them in a cab,
And straight to our hotel we drove away,
When suddenly my wife exclaimed, "Good gracious, Where's the child?"
I scratched my head and gasped in blank dismay-

Chorus.
I forgot it! quite forgot it!
The parrot, cat and dog are here, but our baby boy, oh, dear!
I'd forgot it! quite forgot it!
He's in the train And half way back to London town.

I don't suppose I shall forget the day that I got wed,
We had a little "flare up "at her pa's;
I'd done a little scene in the "sherbert shifting" line,
Was jubilant and laughed with loud ha! ha's!
But when the bride, so newly made, said good-night to her friends,
And to our rooms had hurried quick away.
My memory must have left me, to my lodgings home I went,
And calmly slept and snored until next day.

Chorus.
I forgot it! quite forgot it!
I to my simple lodgings ran, forgot I was a married man,
I'd forgot it! quite forgot it!
I had to beg her pardon just to put things right.