American Old Time Song Lyrics: 42 Uncle Reilly
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 42
UNCLE REILLY.
Copyright, 1890, by Wm. A. Pond & Co.
Words by Edward Harrigan. Music by Dave Braham.
They call me Uncle Reilly,
I am everybody's friend,
Sure, my money lent at tea per cent.,
And that's my sentiment,
For I'm everybody's uncle.
And whene'er your purse is low,
Oh, come call on me
For cash, you see
I'm Uncle Reilly, oh!
Chorus.
Then, oh, Uncle Reilly, so roguish and slyly,
Admired by the ladies, a captivating beau;
It's oh, Uncle Reilly, no wonder you're wily.
You break the hearts of all the girls, yes, Uncle Reilly, oh!
Oh. it's when you love a maiden,
Then you place your heart in pawn,
Now, at any rate she holds your fate,
Likewise your duplicate.
Little Cupid's pawnbroker,
It's to him all lovers go,
For to pledge their love
With ring or glove,
Like Uncle Reilly, oh]-Chorus.
I have gold and silver watches,
And fine clocks to hold on time;
Oh, it's night and morn they tick along-
All have a ticket on.
Oh, for I am philanthropic,
Wily Riley, that is so:
Now, when you get down,
Just call around
On Uncle Reilly, oh!- Chorus.