American Old Time Song Lyrics: 39 Crino Lena
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 39
Copyright, 1893, by N. Weinstein & Co., New York.
Words and Music by Matt. C. Woodward.
I live in the country and Lena's my name,
I've come just to visit your town;
But that's no excuse for you folks to make game
Of me and my elegant gown;
A man came And stared as I stepped from the car,
When my crinoline caught in the door;
I cried, "Go away, sir; how vulgar you are."
He only replied with a roar:
Lena, Lena, Crino-Lena,
Where did you buy that queer machine?
You're caged like a linnet, balloons are not in it;
You're simply immense in your crinoline.- [Dance.]
No matter the time and no matter the place,
They guy me wherever I go;
To see how they laugh you would think that my face
I Was a sort of variety show;
I wanted a rest, so I entered a church,
When up all the Choristers sprung;
In their hooks for a hymn they had started to search,
But as soon as they saw me they sung:-Chorus.
A naughty old bachelor made love to me;
I asked him to marry me soon;
"I'm not quite that sort of a hair-pin," said he;
"Go marry the man in the moon."
I sued him for breach; I'd have won it I guess,
But the jury all rose to a man:
"May we question the lady?" The judge replied "Yes,"
And this is the way they began:- Chorus.