MUSIC AT HOME.
Copyright, 1893, by Frank Tousey.
Words and Music by Felix McGlennon.
I'm the father of a family,
Grown up girls and boys,
And I'll back my family
'Gainst any other for noise;
They all are fond of music,
And they've nearly turned my brain
With their rat, tat, tat, and their pom, pom, pomI'm sure I'll go insane.
Oh! music at home, sweet music at home;
It's enough to drive a man over the foam,
Is that awful music at home.
There's Plantagenet, my oldest son,
Plays the big trombone;
'Twill be "Johnny, Get Your Gun"
If he don't leave me alone;
He gets up in the morning,
Up the scale he loudly goes,
With his root, toot, toot, And his oo, oo, OO,
He hits me on the nose.-Chorus.
There's Horatio, my other son,
Plays the violin,
And the way he makes it yell,
It really is a sin;
He thinks that as a player
He can fairly take the cake,
But his squeak, squeak, squeak, and his creak, creak, creak,
Would make your stomach ache.-Chorus.
There's Bedalia, my daughter fair,
Plays the piano;
Like the divil sure she thumps it;
Her arms like this she'll throw,
And then, bedad, she tries to sing;
Her voice is sharp And flat,
With her tink, tink, tink, and her pink, pink, pink,
She's driven mad the cat- Chorus.
But the worst of all's my good ould wife,
Sure she makes me weep:
Oh, she sings me "Love's Sweet Song"
When I want to sleep;
From morning till night she's at it,
But I chaff her and say "Rats!"
When to bed she goevs, with her good ould nose,
She snores in seventeen flats. - Chorus.