American Old Time Song Lyrics: 47 My Old Pipe
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 47
MY OLD PIPE.
Copyright, 1895, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words by Al. H. Wilson. Music by Andrew Mack.
I love my old pipe, it's the joy of my life,
For it drives away sorrow and care;
As my little girl watches the blue smoke curl up,
As she sits by her old father's chair;
I'm happy, contented-yes, all the day long,
As I smoke my old pipe And sing:
No king on his throne could feel happier than I,
As I puff, with my little girl nigh.
And now, when the day with its labor is o'er,
And I sit in my old-fashioned chair;
Then my dear little miss, she just gives me a kiss,
And then kneels for her evening prayer;
And soon my old "kopf "will go nodding, just so;
And the sleep it will come to my head;
When my Lizzie will shout, "Your pipe has gone out"Sculafen sie wohl"-now you just go to bed.- Yodle.