OH! BILL, DO BE STILL.,
Copyright, 1892, by James Stillman.
Words and Music by Harry S. Miller.
I was one night, yes, introduced to quite a pretty girl;
She'd lovely eyes and golden hair and teeth as white as pearl;
It seemed as if she knew me and met me ere the day.
For when her arm I squeezed in mine, you ought to hear her say:
Oh! Bill, do be still; do behave or I'll tell mamma;
Don't do so; let me go; what a naughty man you are.
Oh! Bill, do be still; I think you're going 'most too far;
Don't, I say; oh, go away, or I'll tell mamma.
I asked her if she would object if I should see her home,
As it was growing rather late, not safe to be alone;
She smiled and said she did not object in any way,
But when I tried to kiss her, why, of course, she had to say:- Chorus.
We strolled along quite leisurely, at last we reached her home;
Says she, the folks are all abed. Says I, Then we're alone;
She showed me the parlor, where we sat down side by side,
And when my arm slipped 'round her waist she only smiled and sighed- Cho.