Title: American Old Time Song Lyrics
Subject: Traditional & Folk Music
Author: www.traditionalmusic.co.uk
Keywords: Old time music, American, oldtimey, bluegrass

My Father Sold Charcoal - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
My Father Sold Charcoal. 
When I was a servant in sweet Tipperary, oh' I was as smart as the divil, And just as contrairy, oh! An Irish Gossoon; And great was th' applause of it; My father sould charcoal, And that was the cause of it. An Irish Gossoon, And great was th' applause of it; My father sould charcoal, And that was the cause of it. 
Arrah! my mother, poor soul! had a habid of drinking, oh! She fell in a ditch, Which set her to thinking, oh! A mammoth phratee, And great was the size of it; Me mouth held a dozen, Which widened the breadth of it. Me mouth held a dozen, Which widened the breadth of it; My father sould charcoal, And that was the cause of it. 
At a break-down or reel, It's highly undutiful, And if to remember, You need not so stare at me; Sure I can wear my brogans, Both behind and in front of me. 
And how does yeas do? I see yeas all laugh at me; And what would yeas give For a nice photograph of me? And if to remember, You need not so stare at me; Sure I'll give every mother's son of yeas A lock of the hair to me.