American Old Time Song Lyrics: 49 Wait Till I Marry Mcgonigal

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 49

Wait Till I Marry McGonigal
(COMIC IRISH RECITATION.)
By Harry S. Miller.
As recited by Geo. W. Monroe in "Aunt Bridget's Baby."

Of all the weak widows, says Mrs. Magee,
There's none in the world the equal of me;
Shure I haven't the strength to harm a flea-
But wait till I marry McGonigal.

I seldom go out, 'tis the truth that I own,
But mind me business and stop at home,
And leave me neighbors quite alone-
But wait till I marry McGonigal.

Nor do I stop in me bed all day,
And have me friends all for to say
I sleep me senses half away-
But wait till I many McGonigal.

Shure I always keep a civil tongue,
No matter of whom I mix among,
And never blackguard old or young-
But wait till I marry McGonigal.

Nor do I go to bed at night
And kick the covers off for spite,
When all without is freezing tight-
But wait till I marry McGonigal.

I never have me friends, you bet,
To come at times and 'round me set,
Or chose the growler for them yet-
But wait till I marry McGonigal.

I've Dever yet devised a plan
To injure mortal with me band,
Or take a club to beat a man-
But wait till I marry McGonigal.

I hate to see a man unwise,
with battered face and blackened eyes,
It's the only thing I do despise-
But wait till I marry McGonigal.

I never jump or kick and shoot,
Or tear the house all inside out,
Nor throw the cups and plates about-
But wait till I marry McGonigal.

I've never talked so much before,
Although I'm weak, me throat is sore;
I could tell ye yet a good bit more -
But wait till I marry McGonigal.