American Old Time Song Lyrics: 51 All In A Row

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 51

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Copyright, 1896, by Frank Harding.
Written and Composed by Charles Deane & Fred Leigh.

Nineteen of us the other night went out upon the spree,
And we were lively, very lively;
We'd lately backed some winners, and with tons of L. S. D.,
We were lively, very lively;
We got up to the nearest bar, from which we couldn't stir-
The smell of whiskey seemed to have a charm;
In half an hour don't think that we were boozed because we were,
And we started trolling homewards arm in arm.

All in a row, all in a row,
We went toddling down the street
A little bit rocky about the feet;
The girls we met said, mind how you go-
Nineteen jolly good boys all in a row.

When we counted up our cash and found that we were broke,
That was lively, very lively;
I proposed to pawn my watch, they quickly saw the joke,
Which was lively, very lively.
Nineteen watch mm chains, that day, we all popped up the spout;
On the spree again we all were beat;
We blocked up all the roadway, not a blessed soul could move,
And straight towards a music hall we went. - Chorus.

When we reached the music hall, they wouldn't let as In,
That was lively, very lively;
But I said where's the manager-oh, when I spotted him
It was lively, very lively.
Said he, you're boozed, you can't come in. We shouted, yes, we shall.
We shoved him down and got in but, oh, Lor',
He whistled when the coppers came, and nineteen jolly boys
Once again came struggling through the door. - Chorus.

I only know next morn that nineteen boys began to shout
For a liv'ner, a little liv'ner.
At ten o'clock the warders said, just mind what you're about,
Which was lively, very lively.
The blessed lies the coppers told the judge, well, strike a light,
But the magistrate, who was a decent sort.
Fined us just a ten apiece-of course, we quickly paid,
And then we started strolling from the Court.- better.
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