Three Little Chaps A Great Old Time - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THREE LITTLE CHAPS(A Great Old Time) Copyright. 1893, by Frank Harding. Written and Composed by Arthur West. Arranged by William Loraine. 
Three little chaps went out one day, Out for a royal jamboray, Three little chaps and all light-hearted-Nine A. M. they all departed. Where shall we go? said number one-First saloon we fall upon. Right you are, said number three; so we're all right; And they had a Little whiskey tour, And several more within an hour. When they felt its magic power, All of them said, until were dead we'll stick together tight. 
Chorus. Three little chaps, who got away from mamma's tether, Said, Never mind the weather, we'll all go out together; Where one does go, we'll all of us go-now wasn't that sublime. And no mistake about it, they'd a great old time. 
Three little chaps, when it came night, Had such a jug they were a sight-Circle stalls at one theatre. Asked the man for an elevator-Oh, said the man, if you want to ride, I'll elevate you right outside! And he did upon his toe in right good style; So they found the old saloon once more, And eternal friendship swore, 'Till they lay upon the floor, Wanting a drink, but, what do you think, they couldn't raise a smile, 
Chorus. Three little chaps, who got away from mamma's tether. Said, Never mind the weather, we'll all go out together; Where one does go, we'll all of us go-now wasn't that sublime, And, no mistake about it, they'd a great old time. 
Three little chaps had a watch and chain. That they'll never see again; Three Little hats that once were shiny Now are crushed And very tiny; Three little coats that once were bright Are in the rag-store out of sight; And a roll of notes have gone to join the dead: There were three policemen on that beat Had to march them down the street, And three little faces sweet Soon knew their fate, when a police magistrate looked on them and said: 
Chorus. Three little chaps, you seem to be beneath the weather; They've ruffled all your feather; you've all come in together, Now thirty days you've got to stay, or thirty dollars fine, And no mistake about it, they'd a great old time.