American Old Time Song Lyrics: 19 Gliding Up The Stream

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 19

GLIDING UP THE STREAM.
By Edward Harrigan. As sung by Harrigan and Hart.

One year ago my Willie
Gently took a sail,
As far as Blackwell's Island,
He couldn't find no bail;
He'd been heating sour mashes,
'Till he got on too much steam,
In a Bellevue ferry vessel, oh!
He glided up the stream.

Chorus.
Gliding up the stream,
Oh! how the snoozers scream,
With bums afloat on a Bellevue boat,
It's a ten day dizzy dream;
Gliding up the stream,
To wear a suit of Jean,
Oh! what a gawk, to leave New York,
And go gliding up the stream.

They put him in the baker's-
My Willie pure, as snow,
And made him count the raisins,
And stamp down all the dough;
They cut his curly ringlets,
Yes, shaved his head off clean,
To make him look respectable,
After gliding up the stream.-Chorus.

When Will came from the prison,
He floated in a tank,
He landed in Astoria,
On Long Island's grassy bank;
He fell down on his benders,
So bad his eye did gleam,
Saying, "You'll never catch-ee me no mor-ee,
Gliding up the stream. " -Chorus.