The Boys that Never Go Home.
Copyright, 1894, by Frank Harding.
Words and Music by Arthur West.
Arranged by John H. Stromberg.
Where are the boys of the Old Brigade?
Where is the rollicking crew
That wouldn't go home 'till morning,
Just as the day was dawning?They're right through.
The new style, the new style of naughty sporty boys,
Are those who never go to bed, but you always hear their noise.
You know and I know we never go home 'till morning,
That's the way the Chorus goes, and that's the way we bawl;
You know and I know, just as the day is dawning,
We are the boys, the rollicking boys, who never go home at all.
We are the boys of the New Brigade,
We are the jolly young crew;
We never get tired or weary,
There's none of your Lord Dundreary-
That is true.
We all are the best boys the world has ever found;
We head the line of sporty boys since the time the world was drown'd.- Chorus.
Why are the boys of the New Brigade
Wanting a dollar or two?
Blows it on the whiskey-
That is what makes them frisky-
So would you.
They all have a thirst that makes them feel they would choke,
But never will go home although they are always stony broke.- Chorus.