American Old Time Song Lyrics: 21 Henrietta Pye

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 21

HENRIETTA PYE.
Copyright, 1885, by Wm. A. Pond & Co.
Words by Edward Harridan. ' Music by Dave Braham.

My name is Henry Higgins,
A simple country lad,
My sweetheart I have lost her,
All through her cruel dad;
He was a wealthy baker,
I was his 'prentice boy,
Who loved his Henrietta,
While in her pa's employ.

, Chorus.
"Oh, Henrietta! Henrietta! Henrietta Pye!"
The little boys would holler out whenever she'd go by;
And when her daddy ask for to know the reason why.
They responded with the chorus of "O, Henry, eat a pie!

Behind the baker's counter.
Oh, bless the flow'ry place!
When bending down for biscuits
I met her face to face;
Some boys looked in the window
And shouted: "What a guy!"
For kissing Henrietta,
My Henrietta Pye.-Chorus.

She held some ladies' fingers,
Also a lemon pie.
And when I kissed my darling
They wasn't fit to buy,
For there upon my bosom
Was lemon juice, oh, my!
From kissing Henrietta,
My Henrietta Pye. - Chorus.

Her daddy was a miser,
But nimble as a fly,
So when he saw the pastry
He pasted up my eye;
When black and blue and bleeding,
I asked him why, oh, why?
He said: "You are a glutton, -
You, Henry, eat a pie. " -Chorus.