American Old Time Song Lyrics: 18 Out Of The Frying Pan Into The Fire

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 18

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Out of the Frying-Pan Into the Fire.

Pity my sorrow And melt at my woes.
What I've put up with you would not suppose.
How I've been treated and snubbed all along,
Listen to me and I'll tell in my song.
When but a schoolboy, tho' trying my best,
In the last form I continued to rest,
Getting well flogged when I tried to rise higher,
'Twas out of the frying-pan into the fire.

Out of the frying-pan, out of the frying-pan.
Perhaps you may fall, if too high you aspire.
Out of the frying-pan, out of the frying-pan,
Out of the frying-pan, into the fire.

When tired of leading a bachelor's life.
Looking around me I sought for a wife,
Met with an angel with manners so soft,
Face like a cherub's that sits up aloft.
Oh! how I picture our lives free from care,
Happy as Dicky-birds up in the air,
But such a temper had darling Maria,
'Twas out of the frying-pan into the fire. - Chorus.

Doating on children, to babies endeared,
Happy was I when first twins appear'd,
But the next year they were triplets we had,
Somehow or other I wasn't so glad;
Now at my table twelve mouths do I see,
Hungry and open and waiting for me;
Why did I ever to marriage aspire?
'Twas out of the frying-pan into the fire.
Once I bought shares in a line that they made,
Twenty per cent, was the dividend paid;
Crash went the bubble, my savings entire
Went out of the frying pan into the fire.-Chorus.
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