American Old Time Song Lyrics: 57 A Girl You Don't Meet Every Day
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 57
A Girl You Don't Meet Every Day.
Copyright, 1896, by Frank Harding.
Words by Harry Boden. Music by Tom Richards.
It's a war of the men that whenever they meet
To Invite one another to sup,
You'll hear them exclaim as they're shaking their hands,
"Come along now and just liquor up."
I don't wish to seem out of place in the least,
But act in a right, proper way,
And as I feel sure that we're all of us friends,
You'll pardon me now if I say:
One little drain in friendship,
One of the sparkling wine,
One to bring to memory
The days of auld Lang Syne:
We'll do the same as the rest do,
While we've the money to pay,
So have one with me, I'm the sort, don't you see.
Of girl you don't meet ev'ry day.
I like to see each face with smiles beaming bright,
And laughter right merrily ring:
The present should be happy made by us all,
What odds what the future may bring,
And when we are Hireling with friends, that's the time
To drive thoughts of sorrow away,
So while I've the chance this assertion to prove,.
Allow me Just once more to say:-Chorus.
I'm always the same, be the time when it may,
Contented, light-hearted and free,
Making new friends, but never forgetting the old,
In matters wherever I may be,
So once more I'll bid you your glasses recharge,
For time, as you know, 's on the wing,
And just to prove that you agree with my words,
As a favor to me, kindly sing:- Chorus.