American Old Time Song Lyrics: 08 Oh I Shall Call Dada

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 8

Oh! I Shall Call Dada.
I am going to tell of a charming belle,
Such a nice young gal and sweet as muscatelle;
She'd a fair, fair skin,
And her father was in the city militia.
I called on her dada one day, something important I'd to say;
His daughter said he was away,
So I couldn't see her dada, dada-
Dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada.
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I blush'd to my nose when I saw sweet Rose,
Oh, how often I'd lack the courage to propose;
Not knowing what to say, I invited her to play
A Tune from some opera.
I put my arm around her waist, her lovely lips I long'd to taste,
Said she, " You'd best retire in haste.
Or I shall call dada"-
Dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada.
"Oh," said I, "my dear, your dad's not here,
But believe what I say, my darling, is sincere;
I consider you divine, say, will you be mine,
Or I'll jump in the aqua."
She answer'd in a voice so bland, "Your haste, I must reprimand,
You've got my heart, but for my hand
You must ask my dada "-
Dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada.

Next morning I went for pa's consent,
When he gave me a look of great astonishment;
Said he, " I never knew that the girl loved you-
You can have her." Said I, " Huzza! '
Now nothing can ever annoy our wedded life, and oh, what joy!
We've lately got a little boy,
I'm teaching to say dada-
Dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada.