American Old Time Song Lyrics: 46 Hearts Are Trumps

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 46

HEARTS ARE TRUMPS.
Copyright, MDCCCXCV, by Henry J. Wehman.
Words and Music by Frank Addis Kent.

One day in Spring I called upon my sweetheart, young and fair;
I found her in the garden then, her father, too, was there;
Her Pa was spading up the ground, asked me to take a hand-
I worked until I almost dropped-my love said, "Ain't he grand?"

Chorus.
Spades were trumps! Spades were trumps! I was solid with my love;
Spades were trumps! Spades were trumps! Oh, she said I was a dove;
Her father said I was the stuff; I cared not if the work ran rough
If of her love I got enough-spades were trumps! spades were trumps!

A month had passed, I called again upon my sweetheart fair;
I found her in the garden then, another man was there;
A rival for my darling's hand, a man of wealth was he,
For on his hands and in his shirt, the diamonds sparkled free.

Chorus.
Diamonds were trumps! Diamonds were trumps! he was solid with my love;
Diamonds were trumps! Diamonds were trumps! Oh, she said he was a dove;
Her father said he was the stuff; I thought on me 'twas pretty rough,
For of her love he got enough-diamonds were trumps! diamonds were trumps.

I stood it for a little while, and then my blood was up;
I went outside and got a club-said I, "I'll warm the pup!"
I clubbed him till he howled with pain-her father stopped the row.
My darling said she'd take me back-she said she loved me now.

Chorus.
Clubs were trumps! Clubs were trumps! I was solid with my love;
Clubs were trumps! Clubs were trumps! Oh, she said I was a dove;
Her father said I was the stuff; I cared not if the fight was rough,
If of her love I got enough-clubs were trumps! clubs were trumps!

It was not long, I called again upon my sweetheart fair;
I found her in the parlor then-her family were all there;
A minister was there to tie the knot that made us one,
And "hearts were trumps," and trumps till last, till trav'ling days are done.

Chorus.
Hearts are trumps! Hearts are trumps! I am married to my love;
Hearts are trumps! Hearts are trumps! 0h, she says I am a dove;
Her father says I am the stuff-I fought for her, the fight was rough,
But of her love I get enough-hearts are trumps! hearts are trumps!