JAYS, RUBES AND MARKS.
Tune-"Oh! Let It Be Soon."
Composed and Sung by Arthur J. O'Brien and Lewis H. Carroll.
While at the beach bathing last summer
We met with a charming fat maid;
She asked us if we would not float her-
Of the breakers she was much afraid.
A jolly good time we were having;
She was just as coy as a mouse,
And when we got through with our bathing,
Some thief stole our clothes from the house.
Oh, wasn't we jays; oh, wasn't we jays,
Standing in the water for fully an hour;
Sweating like Turks, oh, great was our sorrow
When this fat darling said, "Boys, I'll see you to-morrow."
Oh, wasn't we jays.
On the beach we stood shivering and shaking,
Not knowing just what we should do.
When the kids cried out, "Pipe the two lobsters! "
With the cold we were turning quite blue;
With our clothes along went our money;
Then along came a cop on a run.
Says he, "There goes two freaks from a museum;
It's a good thing I haven't my gun."
Oh, wasn't we rubes; oh, wasn't we rubes;
The copper that caught us his name was Pat Farrol.
Says he Boys, I know it's a tough way to travel,
But as you have no clothes, go home in a barrel.
Oh, wasn't we rubes.
Misfortunes are liable to happen
To the rich as well as the poor.
While at the races last summer
We were tipped to bet 15 to 4
On a horse that they said was a winner.
'Twas a friend that gave us the steer;
The horse that we bet on was N. G.,
That our money was gone it was clear.
Oh, wasn't we marks; oh, wasn't we marks;
We loaned our friend 30 because we were tipped;
When the horses went 'round we saw we were flipped;
We looked for our friend, but we found he had skipped.
Oh, wasn't we marks.