American Old Time Song Lyrics: 57 Brush By Nigger Brush By

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 57

BRUSH BY, NIGGER, BRUSH BY.
Copyright, 1S97, by National Music Co.
Words by Fred M. Statla Music by Max Huffman.

My lady friend and me we'se a little on the outs,
But I swear I ain't a done nothing wrong;
We've been so long together I never thought she'd quit,
When I got home to-night I found she'd gone.
So out I goes a-looking for to find her if I can,
And sure 'nough I meets her-thought I die,
She was a killing It along the line with a yellow gent,
And this is what I heard as I passed by:

Chorus.
Brush by, nigger, brush by, don't fool around me,
You had me once, you turned me loose, now this gal am free;
You thought you couldn't lose me, I'd stick until I'd die,
These are my reg'lar folks now, so nigger, you brush by.

That yellow coon she's got now, he ain't so awful hot,
I've seen nigs that I thought was Just as warm:
He'd better not get a close for when I'm mad I'm bad,
I'm the roughest, toughest nig ever born. I
I'll send her word I want her to come a back home to me,
The presents that I promised now I'll buy;
If that don't fetch her then I'll start a something a mighty quick,
She needn't think I'll stand her brushing by.-Chorus.
Please, Mr. Burglar - Man, Won't You Go Away?
Copyright, 1897, by Frank Tousey.
Words by Raymond A. Browne. Music by Charles Coleman.

Fast asleep within her cot, lay a fair-haired, tiny tot,
Slumb'ring peacefully, no thought of care or harm;
Dreaming of her childish joys, till an unexpected noise
Woke the lassie from her slumbers in alarm.
Some marauder in the room-she could see him thro' the gloom,
But no thought of danger filled her golden head:
And the startled burglar swore, as she clambered to the floor,
Hugging dolly closely to her as she said:

Refrain
Please, Mister Burglar-man, won't you go away?
Don't you take my toys, because with them I want to play;
I'll give you the penny mamma gave me yesterday,
If you won't hurt me or dolly, and you'll go away.

'Twas a picture fair to see, when the toddler's childish plea
Touched a chord within the bold intruder's heart;
As he drew her to his side, and to soothe her gently tried,
Brushed away the tears that in her eyes did start.
Whispered he, Don't make a noise, I won't take your pretty toys,
And I wouldn't hurt a hair upon your head;
Nothing in the house you'll miss, If you'll give me Just one kiss.
For you saved more than your trinkets when you said:-Refrain.

In his arms he took the tot, laid her gently in her cot,
While she nestled close beside him without fear;
Wrapped her in with tender care, as if mother dear was there,
Then he whispered softly in the lassie's ear:
"Far away, across the foam, I've a little one at home,
Thinking of me, tho' I'm many miles away:
And I thought of little Moll when you pleaded for your doll,
I For I know that she. like you, would surely say:-Refrain.