American Old Time Song Lyrics: 34 Sweet Marjoram

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 34

SWEET MARJORAM.
Copyright, 1891. by Chas. F. Pidgin.
Words by Chas. F. Pidgin Music by Morris Berlyn.

How for will you go the conductor said
As I passed a five-dollar bill;
I said, I don't know, but I guess I'll go
'Bout as far as the money will.
He gave me a check that was marked North Jay,
And I slept till we reached the town;
He yelled, I awoke, took a jump,
And struck pretty girl in a Hubbard gown.
I apologized for my carelessness;
'Tis of no account, said she;
And she walked ahead, with a dainty tread;
Once she turned and looked at me.
"Who's that girl?" I said, to a country youth
"Tha,t is Marjoram Green," said he,
Yes, she lives to hum with her dad, old Green
And he keeps a boardery."

Refrain.
Sweet Marjoram, sweet Marjoram, sweet Marjo, Marjo, Marjoram.
Sweet Marjoram, sweet Marjoram, sweet Marjo, Marjo, Marjo, Marjo, Marjoram.

I strolled up the lane till I found the house,
Saw sweeet Marjoram at the door;
Old Green put my board ten a week,
But said, pretty soon he might charge me more.
I jumped at the chance, when I found that I
Was the only young man they had;
I thought I could tell in sweet Marjoram's eye,
By a look, that she too was glad.
Yes, we went to ride, and we fishing tried;
Best of all, she loved a yacht;
It capsized one day, but I rescued her,
And ashore her form I brought.
What astonished me, there appeared to be
Lovers, none who jealous grew;
But, I said, "They see they've no chance 'gainst me.
That's what Marjoram thinks, too." -Refrain.

The time flew away, and I said one day,
"I, Miss Marjorum, must leave you;"
I glanced at her then, and I thought I saw
On her face that a pallor grew.
Said I, "I'm ashamed that I did not tell,
When I came, I'm a married man;
Be good, little girl; when I'm gone, don't grieve,
But forget-that is, if you can."
Then she said, I'll try, 'twould be sad if I
Had no one who loved me true;
There's! my papa, Green, who for years has done
What he told his son he'd do.
"Who's his Hon?" I cried, and I stood aghast;
Marjoram looked up to me,
"Why, I should have told, he's my husband, sir,
And he's been three years at sea." -Refrain.