At Night with a Policeman on His Beat.
Copyright, 1894, by National Music Co.
Words by Frank Millard. Music by Warren Beebe.
One night, while feeling rather blue.
And having nothing else to do,
A policeman friend I chanced to meet
Who said, "Come with me 'round my beat;
I'll show you sights you never seen,
I'll show you things you'd never dream,
Things that's never brought to light,
That happen in the dark of night."
"All right, old chap, now that's a go;
There's lots of things I'd like to know,
For I am not so awful smart,"
And down the street we soon did start.
While darkness covers all the city, this to me was quite a treat,
To view and study human nature at night with a policeman on his beat.
A worn-out woman, old and gray,
On a corner stands in a helpless way,
With tired limbs and worn-out feet,
Afraid to cross the busy street,
She's half afraid to even try.
Rich and strong all pass her by,
Keeping up that endless pace,
All intent on their mad race;
At last a ragged newsboy gay,
Said, "Lean on me, I'll lead the way,"
And with strong arm and manly stride
He lands her safe on other side.
While darkness covers all the city a prayer for the lad she soft repeats,
While I continued on my journey at night, with a policeman on his beat.
A cry of fire next greets our ear,
A cry that we all dread to hear;
A burning building soon we see,
Fierce fire and smoke rolls up on high.
Brave firemen up a ladder go
To battle with a deadly foe;
A fierce report, an explosion loud,
Wild flames of red light up the crowd,
And then above the noise and din
Some one cries out, "The roof fell In!"
Brave firemen sent there by command
Die at their post with hose in hand.
While darkness covers all the city, their souls the Maker soon will meet,
While I continue on my journey at night with a policeman on his beat.