THEY'RE COMING TO THE FAIR.
Copyright, 1893. by L. E. Meacham and A. G. Holmberg.
Words by L. E. Meachram. Music by A. G. Holmberg.
Last week I got a letter from an old time chum down East,
A fellow I'd not heard of for some twenty years at least;
He told how awfully glad he was to write to me at last,
And sent regards from all the friends I knew la days long past
They're coming to the Fair, don't you see,
And they want to stand in solid now with me;
For the show is quite expensive, and their pile is not extensive,
So they want to stand in solid now with me.
He said he had intended, ever since I came out West,
To write and let me know about himself and all the rest;
But every time he started out to pen his little note,
Something occurred to hinder him, and so he never wrote.-Refrain.
He hoped I was enjoying best of health and doing well,
And said it would be pleasant, had he but the time to tell
Of all the many changes which had happened since the day
I packed my trunk there on the farm, took leave, and came away.-Refrain.
He sent a picture of himself, his baby and his wife,
Each one of which, he wrote, was just as natural as life,
And said ere long I'd see them, for he'd planned a trip out West,
At which time, for a month or two, he hoped to be my guest.-Refrain.