American Old Time Song Lyrics: 30 The Little Sign Is Still Above The Door

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 30

The Little Sign Is Still Above the Door.
Copyright, 1890, by M. Witmark & Sons.
Words and Music by Chas. H. Johnson.

I'm an owner of a gin-mill, it's the best one in the ward;
I sell the finest whiskey, ale And beer;
It is there they meet their chums, from the rich to the poor old hums;
They drink until they walk home on their ear.
The neighborhood is very tough, as for fight you'll see enough-
The neighbors are complaining more and more.
Faith, they tried to break my license, and they sent a policeman
To take my name of gilt from over the door.

Chorus.
He tried to take the sign from over the door;
Such a fight, upon my word, you never saw;
I hit him and I kicked him, I held him while I bit him;
I knocked him down and with him swept the floor;
The little sign is still above the door;
And that policeman will never look for more;
They took him to his station, he'll have a nice vacation-
The little sign is still above the door.

Sure, I thought the fight was over, but I found out my mistake;
A policeman with a ladder up did climb;
I ran up stairs And raised the window and I hit him with an axe;
Down he fell And in I pulled the sign;
I took it down stairs in the store and I nailed it to the floor,
Then twelve police with clubs marched in in line,
And another fight began, then I heard the patrol-bell;
I swore I'd lose my life to save the sign.

Chorus.
Once more I hung the sign up over the door,
Then they threw a rope around it to make sure;
They pulled, but what a joke, my wife she cut the rope;
They all fell down and two rolled in the sewer;
The little sign is still above the door;
I was fined just ten and costs, but I'm not sore;
There were clubs and bottles broken, And several heads cracked open;
The little sign is still above the door.