American Old Time Song Lyrics: 41 Police Parade
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 41
POLICE PARADE.
Copyright, 1893, by Louis Berge.
Words and Music by J. D. McCarthy.
I have for years been wearing now this uniform of blue,
And is it not an honor, to a policeman brave and true?
We're ev'ry place that duty calls, at night as well as day,
And when we're on parade each year, you hear the people say:
Refrain.
Dressed so neatly, marching stately, our police make a grand display,
Captivating, fascinating, as we march, yes, march up Broadway.
Fair or stormy weather, you are always sure to meet
A member of "The Finest" on some corner of his heat;
We're always found on duty, all the seasons of the year,
And on the day of our parade this sweet refrain you hear:-Refrain.
We are always censured when we treat a pris'ner rough,
It's only when resisted by a drunkard or a tough.
We always act with judgment, and your approbation claim;
It makes a "copper" happy when he hears the girls exclaim:- Refrain.