American Old Time Song Lyrics: 31 A Little Beard On A Young Man Grew

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 31

A Little Beard on a Young Man Grew.
Tune-"listen to My Tale of Woe."
Sung by Lew Dockstader with great success.

A little beard on a young man grew.
Listen to his tale of woe;
A base-ball beard of a golden hue.
Prized by the boy and his sweetheart, too;
And the wind it blew.
Listen to his tale of woe;
One day while walking the avenue,
Listen to his tale of woe.
A barber sign dawned on his view,
A sign that was painted red, white And blue,
Read, shave, shampoo,
Listen to his tale of woe.

Chorus.
Hard trials for them two.
The poor young man And the barber who
Tried to shave the hair that grew
So few--on Lew-
Listen to his tale of woe.

Into the barber-shop he flew,
Listen to his tale of woe;
The shop was full and the barber, too,
A barber who was raised in Kalamazoo,
Shave Lew, poor Lew,
Listen to his tale of woe;
A mug of lather he began to brew,
Listen to his tale of woe;
He filled That mug and Lew's mug. too,
And forever disappointed the wind that blew
Through the beard on Lew,
Listen to his tale of woe.-Chorus.

Straight to his girl's house then he flew.
Listen to his tale of woe;
With a heart full of love so fond and true;
But without the sluggers she didn't know Lew,
Gave Lew the razoo,
Poor Lew, razoo;
Down the front steps, two by two,
Listen to his tale of woe,
Assisted by the toe of the old man's shoe;
With pants full of sorrow and Chicago mud, too,
Poor Law, oo. oo,
Listen to his tale of woe.-Chorus.

Straight to a drug-store then he flew.
Listen to his tale of woe;
Bought Paris green and arsenic, too.
Swallowed "em both, skipped the tra-la la-loo.
Undertaker real' ice. too,
Listen to his tale of woe; '
Under the turf they planted Lew,
Listen to his tale of woe.
Instead of green grass whiskers grew;
They were shaved every year by the barber who
Shaved Lew, adieu,
Listen to his tale of woe.-Chorus.