Mr. Vandyke from Klondyke.
Copyright, 1897, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words and music by Wm. L Berry.
The train it would arrive on time, the people were all told,
They all ran out to greet him, the man with all the gold;
As he alighted from the car, the ladles ran from near and far
To catch a glance at Mister Vandyke.
I'm Mister Vandyke, just arrived from Klondike,
Money to burn, don't you see.
Direct from the Northwest, gold buttons on my vest,
All the ladles are stuck on me;
I drink Golden Grain, I'm nearly insane.
Thinking how to spend my dust;
So come and shake my hand, I'm from the nugget land,
Vandyke from Klondike.
They started to walk down Broadway, to do the thing up brown,
His friends were all invited to help him paint the town;
So with a big brass band to lead, and all his friends to treat and feed,
The Tenderloin they went to tear up.-Chorus.
Policeman tried to stop him, but it was of no avail.
They said, "This ain't Alaska, you'll find yourself in jail!",
He simply grinned, then yelled, "Why, I have got the dust Broadway to buy
You don't know me, I'm Mister Vandyke." - Chorus.