American Old Time Song Lyrics: 44 Movin To De Sky

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 44

MOVIN' TO DE SKY.
Copyright, 1894. by Frank Harding.
Words and Music by Geo. L. Southwick.

Hannah, get de basket ready, got no time to sigh,
Going to take an air ship, honey, move up to the sky;
Don't forget to see the neighbors, wish them all good-bye;
Don't you stop to talk of fashion, moving to the sky.

Chorus.
Get on the airship, honey, get on the air-ship, honey, got to get a sent;
Now's the time to quit yer foolin', get to mind your Sunday-schoolin';
We're moving to the sky.
Get on the air-ship, honey, get on the air-ship, honey, got to get a sent;
Now's the time to quit yer foolin', got to mind yer Sunday-schoolin';
We're moving to the sky.

Silas, shine your boots directly, wash your face and hands;
Goodness, you are dirty, honey, moving to the sky.
Be polite, you sassy Digger, else you stay behind;
Good St. Peter he am waiting, moving to the sky.- Chorus.

Go and tell old Uncle Spencer dat the time am here,
When He's cot to quit dat stealin', moving to the sky.
No more borrowin' watermelon, no more chicken scrapes,
There's a judge that won't excuse you, moving to the sky.- Chorus.

Got to leave behind dat bonnet, Hannah Jane, you hear,
Cause dey have no use for fashion, moving to the sky.
All yer fancy flxins, Samuel, am no good no mo',
Dey won't have no dudes in heaven, moving to the sky.- Chorus.

No more washin' for a livin', golly, aint I glad,
Live on eggs and cream in heaven, moving to the sky.
Wear a lot of rooster feathers, fly around so nice,
Golly, I must shout for glory, moving to the sky.- Chorus.