A LITTLE, YOU KNOW, SO SO!
Copyright, 1895, by Frank Tousey.
Words by W. H. Archbold. Music by Felix McGlennon.
My sister Kate a beauty is, in figure, shape and form,
the kind of girlish poem o'er which mashers grow quite warm;
They'll say just as she trips along, demurely and so shy
With just a saucy twinkle from the corner of her eye:
Oh! she looks a little, you know, so to;
And she shows a little so so, also,
And the light within her eyes, which to hide she never tries,
Makes 'em feel a little, you know, so so.
My own dear sweetheart Georgie, when he comes to Sunday tea,
He pleases mother muchly, for so meek he seems to be;
She thinks he's quite the shyest little chap she's ever known,
But, should they chance to leave us in the parlor all alone-
Oh! he looks a little, you know, so so;
And he tries a little so so, also;
He will talk of love And bliss, and he wants to steal a kiss,
'Cause he feels a little, you know, so so.
My sister went to meet a gay, young masher at a dance
And, oh! she was a picture-quite a dream of sweet romance-
In fact, she looked a perfect belle, her rivals did confess,
Altho' her lover said that Katie's tasty evening dress-
Well, it looked a little, you know, so so;
And it showed a little so so, also;
And he cried, "You are a swell and yon're sure to be the belle,
Still I think it's rather, you know, so so."
But now sweet Katie's married, and, alas! I'm single still.
To note their sweet contentment, well, it almost makes me I'll,
And, bless you, they had scarcely settled down for. well, a year,
When some one came a-whispering in John's delighted ear:
Well, yon've got a little, you know, so so;
You must have a little so so, also;
It's a treasure all your own, quite the sweetest ever known-
Yes, And everything is, you know, so so.