American Old Time Song Lyrics: 42 Like A Lady
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 42
LIKE A LADY.
Copyright, 1893, by Francis, Day & Hunter.
Words by J. P. Harrington. Music by Geo. Le Brunn.
I've a friend, she's all a swell, though she is called Sally,
Quite a lady too, although she is in the ballet:
She won't smile on Johnnies, no, though she is a dancer,
If they cry, "Oh, there you are! "she gives them their answer-
Like a lady, like a lady, like a highly educated little maidie;
When they praised her summer hats, by the way she answers "rats!"
You can tell she is ev'ry inch a lady, like a lady.
Once my friend kept comp'ny with such a charming fellow,
But. somehow he jilted her, in the autumn mellow.
Full of rage she sought him out, though she once did love him,
And she told him to his face just what she thought of him-
Like a lady, like a lady, like a highly energetic little maidie;
But the way she raved and swore, and went for his whiskers, Lor'!
He could tell she was ev'ry inch a lady, like a lady.
Once I really thought that I should have seen her marriage,
Sally went to church one day in a brand new carriage.
But she gave the game away, spoilt it all, I do think:
When she should have said, "I will," she said-what do you think?-
Like a lady, like a lady, like a highly educated little maidie:
When she said, "Eh, marry Bill! Do me proud, o'course, I will!"
They could tell she was ev'ry inch a lady, like a lady.