Copyright, 1894, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words and Music by Walter De Frece.
Tom's girl, Nell, and my girl, Rose, they lately look'd quite sad;
We arranged to drive them out.
So we hired a double rig, that didn't look half bad,
With a first-rate horse, for the price, of course, and horsily we clad.
Then, with hearts gay, we drove off to the square,
To meet our darlings there; and what a sight they were!
So up we jumped them, Rose with me behind,
And the nag Tom whipp'd, 'till he fairly skipp'd, and made off like the wind.
Oh, I say, we were a jolly lot, didn't care a jot, tho' the pace was hot;
Laugh'd And joked, all troubles we forgot, the day we went our drive.
Such a pace we went, we soon had left the town behind-
How that blessed cart did jog.
We canoodled, and in my embrace dear Rose reclined,
'Till a sudden lurch, sent me off my perch, with poor Rose still entwined.
With a bump, then, we came against the ground,
But, in a single bound, my way to Tom I found;
I punched his head, I tell you, 'twas no jest,
But we stopped the fray, to pull Rose away from jumping on Nell's chest.
Oh, I say, we were a jolly lot, didn't care a jot. tho' the pace was hot;
Cursed and swore; And black eyes we all got, the day we went our drive.
Took as quite an hour before the girls we pacified,
Then we rearranged our dress.
Tom and Nell got up behind, for I'd resolved to drive;
Then we made a start, like an ambulance cart, with a base-ball team outside.
Horse-luck still!-then the girls commenced again.
quickly dropped the rein, when in a style insane,
With no control, the horse jumped off like mad,
Sent the girls in fits, smashed the rig in bits-to walk home then we had.
Oh, I say, we were a lively lot, trudg'd home tir'd and hot, horse to pay I've got,
And my new clothes, drinks would buy the lot-we didn't enjoy our drive.