American Old Time Song Lyrics: 17 Tidings Of Comfort And Joy

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 17

TIDINGS OF COMFORT AND JOY.

If you listen to me, I'll sing a refrain,
Tidings of comfort and joy;
four tears will flow down like the equinoxial rain,
Tidings of comfort and joy.
Tis of a lover, who said he would shoot,
And called his gal's father a Spanish galoot,
Because he raised him with one of his boots,
Tidings of comfort and joy.

Chorus.
Tidings of comfort and joy,
Tidings of comfort and joy;
What I sing to you.
Yes, every word is true,
Tidings of comfort and joy.

He would take his girl out for a walk every night,
Tidings of comfort and joy;
She would send all his money up higher than a kite,
Tidings of comfort and joy.
She'd eat quail on toast, and you bet he would stare,
She'd eat and she'd eat till his pockets were bare,
And then he'd run home and pull out his hair,
Tidings of comfort and joy.-Chorus.

He got a position to work in a bank,
Tidings of comfort and joy;
And everyone said "that he was a crank,
Tidings of comfort and joy.
He fooled around the safe like a clear-headed gent,
He soon had it opened, and quickly he went
'Way over to Europe, but took every cent,
Tidings of comfort and joy.-Chorus,