American Old Time Song Lyrics: 47 Somebodys Wife

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 47

Home Songster main V01 V02 V03 V04 V05 V06 V07 V08 V09 V10 V11 V12 V13 V14 V15 V16 V17 V18 V19 V20 V21 V22 V23 V24 V25 V26 V27 V28 V29 V30 V31 V32 V33 V34 V35 V36 V37 V38 V39 V40 V41 V42 V43 V44 V45 V46 V47 V48 V49 V50 V51 V52 V53 V54 V55 V56 V57 V58 V59 V60 V61 Support Search

Share page  Visit Us On FB

As recited by Thomas F. Byron.

The lady was young, charming and gay,
Chilled with the wind of a winter's day;
The pavement was covered with snow and sleet,
And I found it a task for to keep on my feet.

Just then, with a short, stifled scream of alarm,
This fair one went down and bumped her arm;
I stopped, looked around, then her I espied;
Within three-quarters of an hour, I was close by her side.

After struggling some time, I got her on her feet;
She turned and said thank you, in a voice, oh, so sweet;
I raised my hat gracefully, and then raised both feet;
Like a thousand of bricks I came down in a heap.

In an instant I sprang to my feet once again;
Although you could see that I was in great pain;
Half dazed and bewildered, I stood for a while,
Scraping mud off my clothing and trying to smile.

Suddenly I forgot all my bruises, so sore,
Slowly I limped to the lady once more;
Pardon me, madame, but you seem quite alone;
If you have no objections, I'll escort you home.

Laughing and chatting, onward we sped; |
Occasionally rubbing the bumps on my bead;
Then, to my surprise, she begun to act queer;
She became very nervous, as though something she feared.

I then got a jar that loosened my teeth,
By the toe of a boot, I was raised off my feet;
Regaining my senses, I ran for my life-
The secret is this: She was somebody's wife.
Download music lyrics PDF file For Printing with (no ads)
Download music lyrics in RTF file For editing / printing with Word and other editing software.
Download music lyrics as PNG Graphic file For inclusion in DTP etc.