American Old Time Song Lyrics: 43 Phoebe
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 43
Copyright, 1894, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words by Tho. Le Mack. Music by Andrew Mack.
Tell me what you does with all your money, says Phoebe;
Tell me how you gits rid of all your money, says Phoebe.
I takes out the dice and rolls dem, so: is dat you seven? Mm, Mm? No, no;
Oh, dat's de way my money does go, Phoebe.
Oh, oh, oh, please lemme know, Phoebe, if you love me, tell me so;
Oh, oh, oh, please lemme know, Phoebe, if you love me, tell me so.
Stars are shining, the moon am climbing, meet me, Phoebe Jane;
Come, my honey, I'se got money, and we'll take de train.
When the wint'ry winds begin to blow, says Phoebe,
Nothing then in sight for to eat, but snow, says Phoebe.
I gathers the money layin' 'round, you saves yours up and I saves mine down;
Oh, hold your job, we'll own this town, Phoebe.- Refrain & Chor.
My Love Is a Mermaid So Fair.
Copyright, 1891, by T. B. Harms & Co. English copyright secured.
Words by James Thornton. Music by George Rosey.
Everybody's read the story, in the nursery,
Of the pretty little mermaids in the dark-blue sea;
How they dwell in caves of coral, far beneath the deep,
And on mossy beds, at night, they lay them down to sleep.
My love is a mermaid so fair,
With brown eyes and soft, wavy hair;
She swims 'round the bay, light-hearted And gay,
She never grows weary, but sings all the day.
At night, when to bed she does creep,
And everything's still in the deep,
The fishes so kind
Gently pull down the blind,
And the little mermaid goes to sleep.
When you're sailing on the ocean, if the weather's fine,
You can see the little mermaids dancing on the brine,
Throwing kisses to the sailors, as they're passing by;
For I've heard that little mermaids flirt like you or I.-Chorus.