THE SHAMROCK BAND.
Copyright, 1892, by White-Smith Music Publishing Co.
Words by Murray & Murphy. Music by Louis F. Baus.
You may talk about your heathens, Beethovens and Mozarts,
And all the great composers that have come from foreign parts;
But I'm the coming genius, I'll outshine them all,
The Mendelsohns and Wagners I'll dash against the wall.
I've taught all my fam'ly, I've taught them how to play
In fifteen sharps and twenty flats-in fact, in ev'ry kay;
Ev'ry one that hears us says we're wonderful and grand;
The music in the future'll be the pretty Shamrock band.
Johnny plays his nick-nacks, Patsy drives the bow,
Jimmy plays the banjacks, Kate the piano;
Oh, Mollie blows the trombone, Larry holds the stand,
While I conduct the instruments of the pretty Shamrock band.
When we give an avening concert there's thousands come to hear,
And ev'ry one applauds the chunes And no one calls them quart;
You ought to hear the commints after each we play,
" Sure, Gilmore has no bus'ness with them," is what they say.
We play jigs by dozens, the airs of all the warl'
Much better than the music cranks they call perfeshernal.
Ev'ry chune an ancore gits the more than we can stand;
"More pow'r to yez," says ev'ry one to the pretty Shamrock band.-Chorus.
When we played at Dolan's wedding we got the party wild,
They danced and drank and sang, each woman, man and child.
Says Burk, the Alderman: "Better I've not heard;
There's not the like of it in any other ward;
And what's more, I'm thinking 'twould be a nate affair
For you and all the band to go and serenade the Mayor."
"Thrue for you! You're right! Hooruh!" was heard on ev'ry hand,
And then the bride and bridegroom danced to the pretty Shamrock band.-Cho.