American Old Time Song Lyrics: 46 Stiboo Stibee
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 46
STIBOO STIBEE.
Copyright, 1894, by T. B. Harms & Co.
As sung in "The Gaiety Girl"
He.-Unlucky the morn on which I was born,
The youngest of several brothers:
At college and school considered a fool,
The prizes were given to others.
She.-But now that I've said I'm willing to wed
This very unlucky young fellow,
Don't grumble, my dear, or you'll find me, I fear,
As jealous as any Othello;
For I love the most unlucky of men,
But what is a girl to do?
Together.
Stiboo, stibee, sti-kitty-ky-en, sti-yie, kitty-am stiboo.
He.-I'm always in debt at cards or roulette,
Misfortune knocks every plan down;
I enter a horse, who loses, of course,
The "Grand Military" at Sandown.
She -My counsel is vain, it's perfectly plain
Bad luck is your favorite hobby;
For, oh, for the time remember that I'm
Exceedingly fond of you, Bobby;
For I love the most unlucky of men,
But what is a girl to do?
Together.
Stiboo, stibee, sti-kitty-ky-en, sti-yie, kitty-am stiboo.
He.-But what will you do, my darling so true,
When stormy the wind and the weather?
Oh, will you agree to face it with me,
And chance every fortune together?
She-Ah, surely, you don't imagine I won't;
I'm hurt at the very suggestion;
For, Bobby, you know, I'm engaged to you, so
How can you ask me such a question?
For you're not the most unlucky of men-
Your dear little Rose is true.
Together.
Stiboo, stibee, sti-kitty-ky-en, sti-yie, kitty-am stiboo.