American Old Time Song Lyrics: 43 I'm Thankful That I Didnt Get It Worse

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 43

I'm Thankful that I didn't Get It Worse
Copyright, 1894, by A. M. Hall.
Words and Music by Wm. Beebe.

The other night I called on Patsy McCann
To have a little quiet friendly chat;
When he rushed the growler then the fun began;
There's none can entertain a man like Pat.
Now Patsy's wife's as charming as a lily,
And when I talked with her, Pat, he got sore;
He "soak'd" me in the eye, he knock'd me silly,
He picked me up And throw'd me through the door.

Chorus.
Of course, it's bad enough, rather tough;
He nearly fixed me-plenty-for the hearse;
But now that all is passed, yes, at last,
I'm thankful that I didn't get it worse.

I used to go a-courting Mollie McGlone,
And take her on excursions down the bay;
But she lived 'way up in Harlem, all alone;
I couldn't stand the car-fare every day.
So when I quit, she swore that she would "do me" ;
She told the judge her heart was broke, bedad,
And then for breach of promise she did sue me;
It cost me ev'ry penny that I had.

Chorus.

-Of course, it's bad enough, rather tough,
Completely took the contents of my purse;
But now that all is passed, yes, at last,
I'm thankful that I didn't get it worse.

I joined out With a circus early last spring,
They said they'd pay my wages ev'ry week;
I was foreman of the gang that made the ring,
'N'I combed the whiskers on the hairy freak.
They took me 'way out West, as far as Kansas;
I hadn't seen the ghost nor heard him talk,
So when a cyclone carried off the canvas
The only way to get home was to walk.

Chorus.
Of course, it's bad enough, rather tough;
"Bad cess," the circus trade has been my curse;
But now that all is past, yes, at last,
I'm thankful that I didn't get it worse.

Encore Verses.
In coming home from "Duffy's Opening Night,
Just as I turned the corner of the street,
A bold robber knocked me down with all his might;
Says he, "Throw up your hands! "Up went my feet.
A "cop" discovered me in just an hour,
He run me in for being on "a lark" ;
My clothes and all were gone, by all the powers,
I went home in a barrel after dark.

Chorus.
Of course, it's bad enough, rather tough,
He nearly fixed me-plenty-for the hearse;
But now that all is past, yes, at last,
I'm thankful that I didn't get it worse.

When Mitchell And Jim Corbett talked about fight,
I told them all that Mitchell was the man;

Says I, "When Jim gets one from Charlie's 'right,'
His friends can take his corpse home in a can."
I bet my "rocks" on Mitchell to a penny,
I put a mortgage on my house and lot,
I bet the diamonds of my good wife, Jennie;
Says I, "I'll show them how to win a pot."

Chorus.
Of course, it's bad enough, rather tough,
They took the bloomin' lining from my purse;
But now that all is past, yes, at last,
I'm thankful' that I didn't get it worse.

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