Copyright, MDCCCXCIV, by Henry J. Wehman.
Words and Music by George Lester.
Don't talk to me of wine,
Tho' old and rare and fine,
I know a drink that puts it in the shade;
'Twill raise your spirits high,
Some people call it "rye,"
It beats the best champagne that e'er was made.
It makes us all agree,
Wherever we may be.
'Tis used by high and low in ev'ry quarter.
It brightens up the eye
And chases every sigh,
That little drop of "conversation water."
Conversation water, so full of joy and cheer
For every father, mother, son and daughter-
Wherever we may go, there's music in its flow-
That glorious old "conversation water."
It fills the heart with cheer,
It never brines a tear,
'Tis joy with friends to pass the bottle 'round;
It makes a meal digest,
At night it gives us rest,
A finer nectar never could be found.
Just take it cold or hot,
It's sure to "touch the spot,"
It beats your lager beer or ale or porter.
In fancy style or plain.
It soothes your every pain-
That pleasant little "conversation water."-Chorus.
I loved a lady fair,
Who had me in despair
With all her fascinations and her wiles-
My courage oozed away,
I knew not what to say,
She drove me to distraction with her smiles.
At last the spell I broke,
And boldly out I spoke.
She drank with me of something that I brought her.
She vowed, with voice divine,
That she'd be ever mine-
I captured her with "conversation water."-Chorus.
Now we are man and wife
And lead a happy life,
Although, of course, we have our little cares.
At night, if I am late,
For me she'll fondly wait,
And listen for my footstep on the stairs.
Sometimes I may be tired,
Or joyously inspired,
Or feel inclined a regiment to slaughter-
If she begins to cry,
Or ask the reason why,
I say. "My dear, it's conversation water."-Chorus.