My Son Mike - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MY SON MIKE. Copyright, 1894, by Spaulding & Gray. Words and Music by Mollie Thompson. 
The other night in our ward they gave a fancy ball, But, strange to say, they all behaved, there was no fight at all; 'Twas given by the tailors, a decent set of men. And ev'ry one dressed in his best-the fun commenced at ten. 
Chorus. First they marched and then they waltzed, then they began to sing; They all had a high old time, and all their friends did bring. Of course, I was invited, I never saw the like. And the foreman of the tailormen is my son Mike. 
Now Mike he has a fine job, with nothing else to do But walk around and see the work, and sport when he gets through; With fine clothes and a silk hat, he puts on lots of style, But when I saw him lead the march, I couldn't help but smile.- Chorus.