American Old Time Song Lyrics: 12 Fifty Miles Under The Sea
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 12
Fifty Miles Under the Sea.
The other night I went to bed,
In fact I often do.
And in my dreams went down to sleep,
Where a strange sight met my view;
This world is called Concordia,
The people gay and free,
. I wish that I was one of them,
Fifty miles under the sea.
Chorus.
This is what I saw while dreaming,
As plain as plain can be;
They live so content, they never pay rent,
Fifty miles under the sea.
Their food and beer is pure
And not adulterated stuff,
They never had good templers.
For they know when they've enough,
There's no police to run you in,
No divorce court have they got.
They never read the Police Gazette,
For they are a jolly lot.
Chorus.
This is what I saw while dreaming,
As plain as plain can be;
You can doubt my tale, no work-house or jail,
Fifty miles under the sea.
They never had a national debt.
They never were troubled with war.
They never had a man for rent
Come knocking at your door;
Of toothache, corns or income tax,
They know not, happy souls,
Of railroad smashes they never heard,
Nor the price of a ton of coals.
Chorus.
This is what I saw while dreaming,
As plain as plain can be;
I heard a knock, it was past ten o'clock,
And I came up from under the sea.