MINE, ALL MINE.
Copyright, 1892, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words and Music by Harry Dacre.
Such a pair of love-sick people never dreamt love's foolish dream,
Life was made of gum and candy, tutti-frutti, jam and cream;
When at last this; love-sick couple in the marriage bonds were tied,
This is what the gushing bridegroom said unto the blushing bride:
"You're mine, love, mine love; is it not really divine, love?
I am all thine, thou art all mine, mine, all mine.
Love that burns so very brightly does not last so very long;
In three weeks they got to jaugling, ev'ry day, crash! bash! ding-dong!
She demanded Edward's latch-key, but that favor he denied.
When she vowed that she would have it, with a laugh he thus replied:
It's mine, love, mine, love; is it not really divine, love?
This is not thine, it is all mine, mine, all mine.
* Singer holds up latch-key while this Chorus is sung.
Then the wife grew almost frantic, took to preaching "Woman's Rights!"
Spouted on a public platform, causing sad domestic fights.
One day she said to her husband, "I will wear the trousers, too!"
Edward laughed And gaily answered, "Mine are far too big for you!"
They're mine, love, mine, love; they are too large and too fine, love;
These are not thine, they are all mine, mine, all mine!
Day by day the strife grew fiercer, night by night she'd rave and rail;
Once, while she was at a meeting, he arranged a household sale.
Took the dollars, packed his boxes, then to Liverpool he fled.
When she reached the ransacked dwelling, from his pen these words sher read:
Spoken-Ta, ta! I have sold everything, everything, including even your new
set of teeth. As I paid for them, of course-
They're mine, love, mine, love: "Uncle "declares they are fine, love;
What's left is thine, what's mine is mine, mine, all mine.