American Old Time Song Lyrics: 35 You Should Have Seen Them Go

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

You Should Have Seen Them Go.
Written by George Lyon. Composed by John S. Baker.

On Monday morning, from a man for sixteen pence, I bought
A pair of handsome pigeons-I will fly them, so I thought;
I'd taken them for young ones, but I was had, no doubt,
They knew their way home well enough, for when I let them out-

Chorus.
You should have seen them go, you should have seen them fly;
To my one-And-fourpence worth I said good-bye;
I whistled and called them back, but my labor was all in vain,
They went, and the odds are ten to one they'll never return again.

My luck has been right out of late, And thanks to want of trade,
I owe my landlord six months' rent, and ructions he has made;
To-day he gave us notice that he firmly did intend,
If we weren't out by six to-night, the brokers in to send.

Spoken-But-

Chorus.
You should have seen us go, you should have seen us fly;
My w-ife with the happy home in her lap, as we said good-bye;
He whistled and called us back, but his labor was all in vain,
We left, and the odds are a hundred to one we'll never return again.

Last night I went into a "pub," possessed of but "two D,"
And while my humble pint they drew, a "cadger" swooped on me;
His eyes were never off the beer-he told me such a tale,
That I felt forced to say, "Well, drink," and when he seized my ale­
Spoken-Oh!

Chorus.
You should have seen it go, you should have seen it fly;
To my chances of a drop I said good-bye;
I shouted a frantic hit but he hadn't left me a drain,
It went, And the odds are a thousand to one it'll never return again.

I loved a girl, she's married now, but still seems sweet on me.
And as her husband works till late, she asked me home to lea.
That very night he "smelt a rat," or else had got the sack,
For as we sat there cosily, the old man he came back­
Spoken-And-

Chorus.
You should have seen me go, you should have seen me fly
Out of the window with a---*, and a fine black eye;
He whistled And called me back, but his labor was all in vain,
I went, and the odds are a million to one I shall never return again.

* The singer raises his foot as in the act of kicking some one out, and a loud, chord is struck.