American Old Time Song Lyrics: 49 Me Sweet Ting
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 49
ME SWEET TING.
Copyright, 1895, by Widmer-Stlgler Music Pub, Co.
Words and Music by Hurry von Tilzer.
You talk about your sweet t'ings, but I t'ink you'se got 'em, nit;
I'se got de only fairy dat anyone's kin git;
She lives down by de river, she's a lata charmer, see?
She's no ten t'ousen' dollar beaut', but she's dead blowed on me;
Her father is a tough "mug," reg'lar terror to de end;
And I stands "ace high" wid 'im, so you kin bet he is me friend;
I calls to see her job lots once a week, on Sunday eve;
And when de separation comes, It's, "What's de use to leave?"
For she's me sweet t'ing: yes, she's me lulu;
She's de only girl, see? dat walks de street wid me.
She finks dat I'm all right, tells de gang I'm out of sight,
And I'll marry her just as soon as I gets de "plunks."
I took her to a party, and she knocked de gang all cold:
And Jimmie Dugan says to me, ' She's wort' her weight In gold!"
Den some fly "mug" gets jealous, and he tramp'd upon her feet;
And when she told me of it, why I tump't him in de teet;
And when de party ended and us gang had gone away,
As we were walking home alone, unto her I did say:
"Now, Nellie, will you be me wife if I will do me part?"
"Why, yes," she answered, "Jimmy, from de bottom of me heart." - Chorus.