American Old Time Song Lyrics: 46 Phoebe

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

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Copyright, 1894, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words by Thos. Le Mack. Music by Andrew Mack.

Tell me what you does with all your money, says Phoebe;
Tell me how you gits rid of all your money, says Phoebe;
I takes out the dice and rolls dem, so: is dat you seven? Mm, Mm? No, no;
Oh, dat's de way my money does go, Phoebe.

Oh, oh, oh, phase lemme know, Phoebe, if you love me, tell me so;
Oh, oh, oh, please lemme know, Phoebe, if you love me, tell me so.

Stars are shining, the moon am climbing, meet me, Phoebe Jane;
Come, my honey, I'se got money, and we'll take de train.

When the wint'ry winds begin to blow, says Phoebe,
Nothing then in sight for to eat but snow, says Phoebe.
I gathers the money layin' 'round, you saves yours up and I saves mine down;
Oh, hold your job, we'll own this town, Phoebe.-Refrain & Chorus.
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