Copyright, 1894, by The Temple Music Co.
Words by Arthur J. Lamb. Music by Hairy F. Carson,
I went with my beau to a small country fair,
We breathed love's affections to each other there,
When, all of a sudden, he said, "I'll be bound
If we won't take a tide in the merry-go-round."
The merry-go-round, the merry-go-round.
Two seats in a car we, with some trouble, found;
The man blew a whistle, the music did sound.
And off, with a rush, went the merry-go-round.
The car went around at a rollicking speed.
And we both enjoyed the excitement, indeed;
And since there were none in the car but we two,
We did as most lovers are certain to do,
In the merry-go-round, the merry-go-round.
The motion was something to make the heart bound,
Such joys in my life I had ne'er before found.
So we kissed and made up in the merry-go-round.
When, all of a sudden, we heard a great crash,
The wheel and the cars all fell down with a smash,
And while we were wond'ring what mischief was there,
We both went a-flying, with heels in the air,
From the merry-go-round, the merry-go-round;
We picked ourselves up and we skipped off the ground,
And now when we look for such joys, I'll be bound,
We go somewhere else than the merry-go-round.