American Old Time Song Lyrics: 11 Don't Die An Old Maid
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 11
DON'T DIE AN OLD MAID.
Written and sung by Sam Devere.
When a young girl arrives at the age of sixteen,
Sweet sixteen, so gushing and gay.
She's happy when spinning in the bright mazy waltz.
And flirts in a mischievous way.
Skips round like a kitten and hangs her front hair,
Borrows all her big sister's best clothes;
If a young man should call at her house, she'll say:
"Ma! who is he? "then turn up her nose.
Chorus.
Oh, girly. dear girly. just take my advice,
And see that your plans are well laid;
Be careful and never refuse a man twice,
But snatch him, don't die an old maid.
But after she reaches about twenty-five,
She begins to get calm and serene;
She's beginning to think of the sweet bye-and-bye,
She's not, quite so frisky and green.
She's had quite a bath in the pleasures of life.
Cut all her eye-teeth and got wise;
And when a young gentleman calls at her house,
"Oh, ma, dear, what is he? " she cries.-Chorus.
But after she reaches about thirty-five,
She's nervous and so much afraid:
She's beginning to think of her terrible fate,
She'll soon be a crusty old maid.
It's then she gets desperate, excited and rash,
She'll nail any rooster she can;
And now when a gentleman calls she will screech:
"Where is he? I'm dying for a man! " -Chorus.
Little Old Red Shawl My Mother Wore
Written by Frank Livington, for John Walsh.
It's a relic, do you see, it was in our family.
My mother used to wear it in the Fall;
And the morning that she died, called me to her bedside"
And said: "My son, now keep this old red shawl."
Chorus.
It is aged, and it's tore, yet I fondly adore
This dear old shawl my mother wore;
And through life it shall be, yes, a bright gem to me,
This little old red shawl my mother wore.
I prize it far above every other thing I love.
For it keeps my mother ever in my mind:
And as long as life shall last, to this relic I'll hold fast,
This memento that my mother left behind.-Chorus.
