Copyright, 1896, by Frank Dean & Co.
By Joseph Tabrar.
Grief and sorrow have now bereft me, I intend to become a wife.
My dear brother has died and left me two and a half a week for life.
All I have is a nephew living-of our stock He's the youngest plant,
That's why fellows are freely giving all their love to Charley's aunt.
I'm Charley's auntie, Charley's aunt;
They're all in love with Charley's aunt;
They ask me to wed, but I tell them I can't,
'Cause they're after the fortune of Charley's aunt.
Once a fellow said, "I say, Missis, your's is a face I love to see!"
And when I threw him three sweet kisses he threw four bad eggs at me.
As of thinking I am a lover, of that night I spent quite a half;
When I fell on my dress improver all the boys began to laugh.
At Charley's auntie, Charley's aunt,
They all had a giggle at Charley's aunt;
Get well for a month, I believe that I shan't,
For there's something the matter with Charley's aunt.
Mr. Jones-there Is love between as-he's fair gone on my form and grace,
Vowing how much I'd look like Venus if I had another face;
last week, dressed in my Dolly Varden, I went 'round to my sweetheart John;
He took me out into his garden, then he set his bull-dog on-
To Charley's auntie. Charley's aunt;
It had such a nibble at Charley's aunt.
I try to sit down, but I find that. I can't-
That dog's got a mouthful of Charley's aunt.