American Old Time Song Lyrics: 51 My Dear Old Pard

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 51

MY DEAR OLD PARD.
Copyright, 1896, by J. Gernert.
Words by Geo. C. Jenks. Music by Louis Frederick.

There's a corkin' good old lady lives up on the hill,
She's a dandy and straight as a die.
My fortune I mean to leave her in my will,
For we are partners, my mother and I.
While I'm selling papers, she's thinkin' of me;
She's afraid I am havin' it rough, very rough,
But I'm on ter the tricks of the trade, don't yer see,
An' I just give her this kind a bluff:

Chorus.
Trust me, mother, don't you bother,
Fate shall not hit you too hard;
I ain't got no sister, I ain't got no brother,
My mother is my dear old pard.

It's a pretty hard game, an' I got no cinch, no cinch,
Since dad give me mother the shake.
When with papers I'm stuck, we both then has ter pinch;
But bad luck's what we has all ter take.
I doubt sometimes if it does pay ter be straight,
But that feelin' soon passes away, passes away,
With a kiss from her lips as I pass through the gate,
An' I don't do a thing then but say: - Chorus.