American Old Time Song Lyrics: 09 The Bill It Kept Running Up Higher

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 9

The Bill it Kept Running Up Higher.
Written and sung by Sam Devere.

Roxana Magruder was a frail little thing,
But her appetite gave her away;
I took her to dinner, this is what she devoured-
At a restaurant on Thanksgiving Day:
Seven dishes of soup, at the very first scoop,
Twelve dozen of raw on the shell;
Three porterhouse steaks and nine plates of hot cakes,
When I heard an old gentleman yell:

Chorus.
"Oh, Sam, tell her to stop,
That baby will surely expire;"
They all let a roar when she hollered for more,
And the bill it kept running up higher.

She licked off the dishes, the knives and the spoons,
Wrestled everything there in the place;
She swallowed milk punches until I declare,
I was ashamed to look a cow in the face;
She had pickles and stews, and some killikaloos,
Spring turkeys and Dutch sour kraut;
When she tackled sardines and a pot of baked beans,
They all let a terrible shout:

Chorus.
"Oh, Sam, will she ever drop?
Oh haug her outside on a wire;"
Then she yelled for his " nabbs," to bring her some crabs,
And the bill it kept running up higher.

She drank enough whiskey to float a big ship,
She swallowed Dutch beer by the pail;
A dozen milk punches all went the same road,
With a couple of buckets of ale;
She had brandy and sherry, and hot Tom and Jerry,
. Gin fizzes till she couldn't see;
When she asked, with a laugh, for a hot whiskey bath,
I heard them all holler at me:

Chorus.
"Oh, Sam, will she ever stop?
Did you borrow that beer keg or buy her? "
While the lager will flow, I said, "Let her go,"
And the bill it kept running up higher.