American Old Time Song Lyrics: 53 Heigho For The Feminine Sex

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 53

Heigho! for the Feminine Sex
Copyright, 1898, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words by Hugh Morton. Music by Gustave Kerker.

You never can tell what a woman will do,
Heigho! for the feminine sex;
A woman's a mystery, all thro' and thro',
Heigho! for the feminine sex.
Heigho! for the feminine sex.
When she says that she will, you can wager she won't;
It's a way that she has to perplex;
She'll swear that she loves you, but means that she won't,
Heigho! for the feminine sex,
Heigho! for the feminine sex.
It's clicketty clacketty, clicketty clack.
She gallops away on her own wedding day,
No matter what old Mrs. Grundy may say.
No matter whose life she wrecks
It's useless to question the right and the wrong.
She'll break your poor heart while she sings a gay song,
With a clicketty clack, she goes dashing along,
Heigho! for the feminine sex.
Heigho! for the feminine sex.
Heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho.

We came here to welcome a beautiful bride,
Heigho! for the feminine sex.
And found that she'd gone for a casual ride,
Heigho! for the feminine sex.
Heigho! for the feminine sex.
It wasn't, perhaps, the conventional thing,
Nor what a poor bridegroom expects;
She might have remembered the prince and his ring,
Heigho! for the feminine sex.
Heigho! for the feminine sex.
It's clicketty clacketty, clicketty clack.
She gallops away mi her own wedding day,
She didn't care what Mrs. Grundy would say,
A woman so seldom reflects.
It's useless to question the right and the wrong.
She'll break your poor heart while she sing's a gay song,
With a clicketty clack, she goes dashing along,
Heigho! for the feminine Sex.
Heigho! for the feminine sex.