American Old Time Song Lyrics: 32 He Never Came Back

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 32

HE NEVER CAME BACK.
Copyright, 1891, by Will Rossiter.
Words and Music by William Jerome.

A Soldier kissed his wife good-bye, he was going to the war;
The tears they trickled down the face of the one he did adore;
"Be patient until I return, my own sweetheart," he cried,
But at the battle of "Bull Run" he like a soldier died.

Chorus.
He never came back, he never came back;
His dear form she never saw more,
But how happy she'll be when his sweet face she'll see
When they meet on that beautiful shore.

I went into a restaurant, as hungry as a bear.
And like a raving maniac I grabbed the hill of fare;
The waiter said, "What will you have?" "Bring me a steak." I say.
He took my order, bowed his head, and slowly walked away.

Chorus.
He never came back, he never came back;
I waited an hour or more.
But his face I'll break if he's not got that steak
When we meet on that beautiful shore.

I went to see the Barnum's show, and took my mother-in-law;
She laughed at ev'rything she saw until it bloke her jaw;
Outside the tent, a big balloon it proved to be my friend;
I shoved her in, then cut the rope, and up she did ascend.

Chorus.
She never came back, she never came back,
But high in the air she did soar.
And I'm happy to-night that she's 'way out of sight
Till we meet on that beautiful shore.

A jay that lived ' Down on the Farm "came in to see the town.
And registered at Smith's hotel as Mister Hayseed Brown;
he took his key and went up-stairs, with whiskers green as grass,
Bulled off his boots, jumped into bed, and then blew out the gas.

Chorus.
He never came back, he never came back;
And when they broke open the door,
The last words he said, before he dropped dead,
Were, "we'll meet on that beautiful shore."

An old maid who was forty-five, she madly fell in love.
And with a young man just nineteen, who called her turtle dove.
The wedding day at last arrived, the birds did gaily sing,
He touched her up for a hundred to go out and buy the ring.

Chorus.
He never came back, her sailor boy, Jack,
But left her up on the top floor;
The sassy young thing, he may bring her the ring
When they meet on that beautiful shore.