American Old Time Song Lyrics: 40 Lorraine

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 40

LORRAINE.
By Charles Kingsley.

[The line Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Baree, in the following
poem, is simply a refrain and is supposed to be carelessly hummed to the music of the
instruments which are being played for the performances in the crcus ring.]

"Are you ready for your steeple-chase, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree!
Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Baree
You're booked to ride your capping race to-day at Coulterlee;
You're booked to ride Vindictive, for all the world to see;
To keep him straight and keep him first, and win the run for me
Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Buree."

She clasped her new-born baby, poor Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree;
Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Baree
"I cannot ride Vindictive, as any man might see,
And I will not ride Vindictive with this baby on my knee:
He's killed a boy, he's killed a man, and why must he kill me?"

"Unless you ride Vindictive, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree,
Unless you ride Vindictive to-day at Coulterlee,
And land him safe across the brook, und win the blank for me.
It's you may keep your baby, for you'll get no keep from me."

"That husbands could be cruel," said Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree.
"That husbands could be cruel, I have known for seasons three;
But oh! to ride Vindictive while a baby cries for me.
And be killed across a fence at last, for all the world to see!"

She mastered young Vindictive-oh! the gallant lass was she!-
And she kept him straight, and won the race, as near us near could be;
But he killed her at the brook against a pollard willow tree;
Oh! he killed her at the brook-the brute!-for all the world to see,
And no one but the baby cried for poor Lorraine, Lorree.