WHISPER YOUR MOTHERS NAME
Parody- By Frank K. Forrest.
I was standing one day with Johnny McVeigh,
By a saloon that is built on a street,
When who should I see but my old friend Magee,
Who asked us both in to a treat;
Then in came a lad, whose face looked so glad,
For his father he'd chased the can;
While his father without to the lad he did shout,
And this we did all understand:
If you should see your mother when you bring back the can,
Tell her it's for some other, and not for the old man, mind, Johnny;
Should she be in the hallway, whistle and out again.
Come to the window and call me, whisper your mother's name."
There were smiles on his face as he passed out the place,
For his can it was filled to the top;
Says I, "That Is a Joy for to have such a boy,
That would carry that home to his pop."
We soon passed down the street, and the boy we did meet,
With companions all Jolly and gay,
They had drank up the can and Ignored the old man,
Of whom we so shortly heard say;-Chorus.