American Old Time Song Lyrics: 46 My Son Mike

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 46

MY SON MIKE.
Copyright, 1894, by Spaulding & Gray.
Words and Music by Mollie Thompson.

The other night in our ward they gave a fancy ball,
But, strange to say, they all behaved, there was no fight at all;
'Twas given by the tailors, a decent set of men.
And ev'ry one dressed in his best-the fun commenced at ten.

Chorus.
First they marched and then they waltzed, then they began to sing;
They all had a high old time, and all their friends did bring.
Of course, I was invited, I never saw the like.
And the foreman of the tailormen is my son Mike.

Now Mike he has a fine job, with nothing else to do
But walk around and see the work, and sport when he gets through;
With fine clothes and a silk hat, he puts on lots of style,
But when I saw him lead the march, I couldn't help but smile.- Chorus.