SIXTY WAS THE NUMBER.
Copyright, 1895, by V. J. Tierney.
Written by Albert Hall Composed by Felix McGlennon.
I met a charming widow once, who went dead mashed on me,
For ere I left the little dear she asked me down to tea;
She said, "I live In Catch'em Street," and gave me o'er and o'er
Such very long directions, so I should not miss the door.
And sixty was the number, the number of the street,
Yes, sixty was the number, where lived the widow sweet.
She said "Come down to tea with me and tap upon the door."
Oh, sixty was the number, boys, I couldn't wish for more.
I went to tea just once or twice, she charmed me off my head,
And very shortly after that unto her I got wed.
We went into the vestry then, the curate showed the page,
And told my wife to sign her name, also to put her age.
And sixty was the number, the number she put down;
Sixty was the number-I could not help but frown.
I found out she was that at least, and maybe sixty-four;
Oh, sixty was the number-well, I couldn't wish for more.
When we got home she said that very little cash she had,
But she had got a family who'd he proud to call me Dad.
She said: "Of course, you'll keep them, dear;" said I: "Of course, I will."
But picture my amazement when I found out with a thrill-
That sixty was the number of children I'd to keep;
Sixty was the number-it fairly made me weep,
For I'd to work both night and day to find them grub, I'm sure.
Oh, sixty was the number, boys-I couldn't wish for more.
Oh, what an awful time I had! but now once more I'm free,
Because a judge has sent my wife to jail for biga-mee.
A very smart detective-oh, I'll ne'er forget his worth-
Proved she had several more than me of husbands on this earth.
And sixty was the number of husbands she had got;
Sixty was the number-a fine and healthy lot.
So I was free once more, you see; with joy I gave a roar,
Sixty was the number-well, she couldn't wish for more.