American Old Time Song Lyrics: 50 Mamie Me Pet
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 50
MAMIE, ME PET.
Copyright, 1896, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words and Music by Joseph Hart.
Oh, Mamie's de pride of me life.
And some day I'll call her my wife;
She's a sister to Pearl, the Bowery girl.
And ain't she it "beaut" on a hike, see!
Her voice it ain't sweet, but it's loud,
Wherever she sings there's a crowd;
Oh, she sets them loony, sings sweet "Maggie Mooney,"
And just push, but don't shove the clouds. Yes-
Chorus.
Mamie's a beauty, you bet; she works in a fact'ry
and makes cigarettes;
A reg'lar New Yorker, and she is a corker,
The finest that ever you met, you bet.
Mamie's a beauty, you bet, she works in a fact'ry
And makes cigarettes;
A reg'lar New Yorker, and she is a corker,
The finest that ever you met, you bet.
She'd fight at the drop of a hat.
And make a good showing at that;
She lives with her Ma, her sister and Pa,
And always knows where she Is at, seel
Her head it ain't swelled not a hit,
Here's the ring and won't it make a hit!
It's good and it's weighty, it cost me three-eighty,
When she sees it she'd have a fit. Yes- Chorus.