American Old Time Song Lyrics: 28 Reillys Cutlet Hall

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 28

REILLY'S CUTLET HALL.
Copyright, 1890, by Ike Kroch.
Words by Ike Kroch. Music by J. P. Skelly

Con Reilly was a laborer, who, finding wages scant,
A notion took into his head to start a restaurant;
To celebrate the opening he gave a fancy ball.
And business started with a boom at Reilly's Cutlet Hall;
The walls were full of showy signs, "Welcome to one and all;"
"Fried bologna juice, thirteen cents, And with it goes a hall;"
"An axe we give with every steak! " "Here corned beef has the call;"
They'll paralyze your appetite at "Reilly's Cutlet Hall."

Chorus.
"Good morning, Mister Reilly, " the customers all say,
"'Pon my soul, Reilly, you're looking fine to-day,"
And Reilly's always ready with a smile for one and all.
Now all the politicians dine at Reilly's Cutlet Hall.

The dishes are as white as ink, the service very fine,
Each cutlet has a number and it hangs upon a line;
In work the waiters don't believe, on races they want tips;
When you order fried potatoes they will bring you poker chips;
Con Reilly's very popular and known for miles around.
There's hardly any big event at which he is not found;
He pulls a good stroke with the boys, and satisfies them all;
If you want to be "in it " go to "Reilly's Cutlet Hall. " - Chorus.

Each day the bill of fare is changed, at that you cannot kick;
There's not a thing upon the list that wouldn't make you sick;
The butter's old enough to vote, it's been on many a skate,
The Board of Health has passed it by and left it to its fate:
Each sausage wears a collar, but the muzzle it is gone-
When you have eaten one of them, you'll look sad and forlorn;
Roast beef with mud all over it, the waiter he will bawl;
They need a special coroner at "Reilly's Cutlet Hall. " -Chorus.