Up At Dudley Grove - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
UP AT DUDLEY GROVE. Copyright, 1878, by A. J. Fisher. 
The young men's social club, They gave a grand excursion: They had a band from Manahan, Two barges and a boat; 
* The lads were t'ptivated, Yes. fit for sweet diversion, I'd Kitty McGlinn away from home. In a linen overcoat. 
Chorus. She played the concertina, As through the woods we'd rove; I was all alone with Kitty McGlinn, Up at Dudley Grove. 
I danced in every set, In the waltz how gay I'd wheel her. No pi voter could equal her, A darling and a dear; And as we'd spin around, They'd say, " aiu't she a speeler!" Then I'd ta-ta up to the bar For a schooner of German beer.-Chorus. 
You'd ought to hear her sing. Like a barber shop canary! I hate to tell just like a bell. She'd reach the upper C. Ballads are her style-Like my own. my bonny Mary; She's a duck, and I'm in luckShe's the lass that captured me. - Chorus.