American Old Time Song Lyrics: 12 Shed Have Her Way Or Die
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 12
She'd Have Her Way or Die.
Now I'll sing of a charming young damsel,
And her age was four hundred and three;
She lived in an attic, down cellar,
And slept under a strawberry tree.
Her mother scraped paint on a ferry-boat,
And her father shaped out mince pie;
She fell in a tub of hot water,
For she'd have her way or die.
Now she fell from the top of a mountain,
But caught in the fog coming down;
She looked like the side of a freight car,
And nearly set fire to the town.
She flew through the air like a camel,
Or like clothes on a line to dry;
She fell in a sewer on Tenth street,
For she'd have her way or die.
Now her brother, poor boy, had bronchitis,
And the doctor gave him up for gone;
He walked up to the third story window,
And was always right when he was wrong.
But one day they both went out skating,
In the warm months of June and July;
They were arrested for bottling up East wind,
For she'd have her way or die.