American Old Time Song Lyrics: 43 Locked Out After Nine
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 43
LOCKED OUT AFTER NINE.
Copyright, 1880, by Wm. A. Pond & Co.
Words by Edward Harrigan. Music by Dave Braham.
I'm stopping at a boarding-house kept by Misses Doyle;
The rules and regulations are foruinst us all the while.
Two meals a day was all we got, we set down in a line;
'Twas every man in bed at eight, or locked out after nine.
There was Slotty McGonigal, McAllister and O'Burke,
A Scandinavian fisherman, a Norwegian and Turk.
The ladies, the babies, were crying all the time;
Every man in bed at eight or locked out after nine.
At a rousing demonstration, held up in Union Square,
Tammany-Hall Republicans and anti-Tams were there.
Our boarders congregated to see the sight so line;
Gilligan wanted it stopped at eight, we got home after nine.-Chorus.
There was Slotty McGonigal a-kicking on the door,
The ladies and the babies for Miss Doyle did roar.
We woke up all the neighbors; the tailor, Constantine,
Turned out the fire department when we was locked out after nine.- Chorus.
There was a row next morning, wid all the boarders drunk;
Miss Doyle she got excited and threw out every trunk.
Hat boxes and valises, and shirts from off the line,
Came out wid all the lodgers bekase we got home after nine.- Chorus.
Wid vengeance they did roar; they rushed for bricks
And heavy sticks to batter down the door.
'Twas then they got the collar, three long months wid a fine
Was their conciliation for coming home after time.- Chorus.