American Old Time Song Lyrics: 36 Lost And Found

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 36

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Copyright, 1891, by Francis, Day & Hunter.
Written by Norton Atkins. Composed by Felix McGlennon.

About three months ago, oh dear, I got into a bother,
Me and a put named Jenkins fought, and damaged one another;
Two policemen straightway collared me, remarked I was a beauty!
And 'twas their place to lock me up, so they would do their duty!

I was lost, lost, lost! really lost, lost, lost!
My friends hunted for me all around;
But the judge he was no dunce, and the next six weeks, for once,
I was found, on the island, I was found.

I'm always losing things, I am, and much regret to say it.
That I don't keep a thing a week, one hundred I will lay it;
I went out for a walk last night, but like a silly noodle,
I found out when I reached my home, I'd gone and lost the poodle!

He was lost, lost, lost! really lost, lost, lost!
I whistled and I shouted all around;
For my dog I felt forlorn, but his little tail next morn,
It was found, in a sausage, it was found!

I had a row with Brown last night, and smashed his nose to pieces,
When suddenly in comes his wife, and then the fun increases;
She clouted and she banged me till I shouted "come and stop her!"
And ran all up and down the street, but couldn't find the "copper!"

He was lost, lost, lost! really lost, lost, lost!
I whistled and I shouted all around;
But soon after, down an "airey," with his arm 'round our girl Mary,
He was found, good old mutton, he was found!

We had a girl, a servant girl, who used to drive us crazy,
She d break the plates and dishes up, oh, she was such a daisy!
We jawed at her from night till morn, and often gave her warning,
But strange to say we couldn't find that girl last Sunday morning!

She was lost, lost, lost! really lost, lost, lost!
Our rapture and delight they knew no bound;
But at ten o'clock at night, on our doorstep, oh, so tight,
She was found without her bustle, she was found.
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