American Old Time Song Lyrics: 40 That's The Cause Of It

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 40

THAT'S THE CAUSE OF IT.
Copyright, 1S93, by Francis, Day & Hunter.
Written by Charles Willmott. Composed by George Le Brunn.

If you know anything of life and its peculiar laws,
You'll know for all that happens there must always be a cause;
Suppose one morning when you wake you cannot find your watch,
Then recollect last night you had some thirty "threes" of scotch.

Chorus.
That's the cause of it. that's the cause of It,
To "uncle's," being short of coin, your other things it's gone to join,
That's the cause of it, that's The cause of it,
And you'll have to ask a policeman if you want to know the time.

A quarrel sometimes happens in a most peculiar way;
You call a man a "liar" and that's all you have to say;
And then you wonder how it is your nose gets such a twist.
But when you get your senses back, and see the fellow's fist-

Chorus.
That's the cause of it, that's the cause of It,
You feel as if all 'round your face an earthquake has been taking place;
That's the cause of it, that's the Cause of It,
And it lakes you quite a month to get your features straight again.

Suppose out with a pal one day you're Calmly walking on,
Then suddenly you turn and find he's disappeared and gone;
His absence is a mystery, You don't know what to think,
Until, a few yards up the street, you see an open sink.

Chorus.
That's the cause of it, that's the cause of it.
The men have been to clear the drain, and have not shut it up again,
That's the cause of it, that's the cause of it;
If he never had a bath before, you'd know he's had one now.

You go to work one morning with a face that's like a map,
With railway lines all over it, it's met with some mishap;
Your "misses" unexpectedly's come home, she's been away,
And caught you with a girl that you had taken to the play.

Chorus.
That's the cause of It, that's the cause of it,
She "claws" your whiskers out in threads, and leaves the girl all torn In shreds,
That's the cause of it, that's the cause of it,
And you pass her by in silence when you meet that girl again.

To new-laid eggs you're partial, and a hen one day you buy;
It's guaranteed a "layer," but when weeks begin to fly
And still the eggs do not appear, you're puzzled, don't you know,
Until down in the backyard once that "hen" begins to crow.

Chorus.
That's the cause of It, that's the cause of It;
You use a good old cast-iron word, that champion hen's a he-male bird,
That's the cause of it, that's the cause of it.
And you know he'll never lay an egg if he tries a thousand years.

Whisper Softly, Mother's Dying.

Whisper softly, mother's dying, soon she'll close her loving eyes;
Angels wait to bear her gently to her home beyond the skies;
Kiss her lips, for soon she'll leave us-mother, clasp me to your breast,
As you did in days of childhood, when you sang your child to rest.

Chorus.

Whisper softly, mother's dying, soon she'll close her loving eyes;
Angela wait to bear her gently to her home beyond the skies.

Whisper softly, mother's dying, soon we'll miss the truest love,
And we'll miss the voice so loving, when her spirit's flown above.
Mother, ask the shining angels, ask them if you cannot stay;
Who will cure for us in sorrow, when they've taken you away.- Chorus.

Whisper softly, mother's dying, and she'll tell us not to weep;
She'll watch o'er and protect us through the night when we're asleep.
Darling mother, guide our footsteps, be with us from day to day;
Hark! the angels now are calling-mother dear has passed away. - Chorus.