American Old Time Song Lyrics: 35 When Her Papa Goes Down To The Club
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 35
When Her Papa Goes Down to the Club.
Copyright, 1891, by James Stillman.
Words and Music by Harry S. Miller.
There is but one sweet little maid, just one that I dearly do love,
Of her papa I'm greatly afraid, but still she's my own little dove;
I have to be sly when calling on Kate;
If caught by her pa, small chances I'd take,
The neighbors all wonder why I watch And wait
Till her papa goes down to the club.
When her papa goes down to the club, the club,
then I call on Katie, my love, my love;
We kiss and we squeeze, we do as we please,
While papa is down at the club, please,
When papa is down at the club.
Now Katie is just seventeen, with eyes like the stars up above,
And I call her my sweet fairy queen because she's the girl that I love;
But papa seems cross, don't like me at all,
And only on me his vengeance doth fall,
But nevertheless upon Katie I call,
When her papa goes down to the club. - Chorus.
My Katie is her papa's pride, he calls her his own turtle dove.
There is nothing from her that's denied, and pleasure she has plenty of;
And yet I'm forbidden my darling to see,
Her papa, she says, keeps watching for me.
Some night we'll go walking and married we'll be,
When her papa goes down to the club.- Chorus.