American Old Time Song Lyrics: 40 What We Say And What We Mean
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 40
What We Say and What We Mean.
Copyright, 1893, by Frank Harding.
Written and Composed by Harry Dacre.
We're full of artfulness and guile in what we say,
We tell a lie with childlike smile in what we say;
When hurrying to biz down-town we meet that sponger Mister Brown;
"Delighted! going my way, down? "-is what we say.
I hope to heaven that he's not. is what we mean;
Some leg pull scheme I guess He's got. he's just real mean;
He's had neuralgia, drove him mad; you say, "Poor fellow, that's too bad."
You darned mean humbug, serves you glad-is what we mean.
We're taught deception from our youth in what we say,
A kind of mixture, lies And truth, in what we say;
When Mam-in-law a visit pays we flutter her a thousand ways.
"You're welcome for a thousand days" -is what we say.
I wish to gad she'd break her neck, is what we mean;
I know she'll touch me for a check, is what we mean.
Great goodness! when I married Sue I didn't marry all the crew,
I wish she was where she'll go to-is what we mean.
Your uncle's rich: of course, you're sweet In all you Bay,
I You're grieved if he has tender feet, or so you say;
He's reached his birthday eighty-four, you keep it up with cheers galore.
You hope he'll reach another score-is what we say.
His lingering on just makes me tired, is what we mean;
Right down the stairs he should be fired, is what me mean.
He's hairless, toothless, tottering, lean, to live so long is awful mean;
Be quick and die, we want your green-is what we mean.