Outside, in Front of the Gate.
Copyright, 1891. by James Stillman.
Words and Music by Walter Hawley. Arranged by Gus Gebert.
It's the proper thing in our days to have a handsome beau,
And I am going to have one some day when I grow;
I won't let him boss me around or even wear the pants,
And if at me he should get cross, you bet I'll make him dance,
Now sister Kate she has a dude and he is just the thing;
He calls on her 'most every night, you ought to hear him sing.
When Pa and Ma have gone to bed, Kate sees him to the door,
And, for a bluff, she says good-night, and we can hear no more.
For they stand out in front of the gate the dude and my dear sister Kate;
Like all lovers do, they stand there and coo, outside, in front of the gate.
With his arm gently placed 'round her waist, oh, that's here he shows his good taste
For Katy's the kind to make up for lost time, outside, in front of the gale,
I do often wish I had a beau, that I could treat the same,
And if I had, you bet I'd love him with might and main;
I'd call him ducky, ducky dear, and make him love me so;
If he wanted to kiss me, I'd say, Gallagher let her go.
Now there's a nice young fellow sweet, and he just lakes my eye;
Now, really, I do wonder if he would like to try.
I'll pop the question to him sure if I can catch his eye-
Say, Mister, do you want a wife, then bid for me and bay.
Will you stand out in front of the gate? oh, come now and don't hesitate;
Like all lovers do, let's stand there and coo, outside, in front of the gate.
Oh, come, place your arm 'round my waist; let folks think that you're in the race;
You'll find me the kind to make up for lost time, outside, in front of the gate.
There are lots of boys who often wish they had a dear, sweet pearl,
Not a gushy coquette, but a gay and festive girl,
With little feet and tiny hand and figure trim and neat,
One who does not eat ice cream or expect him to treat.
Now find the girl that's nice and sweet, who you think you can love;
Stick to her, boys, and hold on fast, her home is up above;
Call upon her 'most every night, find out if she loves you,
And if you ever have a fight, why this is what to do-
Why, just stand out in front of the gate, like the dude and my dear sister Kate;
Like all lovers do, just stand there and coo, outside, in front of the gate;
Then place your arm 'round her waist, and look her right square in the face;
You'll find her the kind to make up for lost time, outside, in front of the gate.