OLE MAN GOV.
Ole man Gov.—Didn’t have no loveFer any of his help,How they lived or died,When they laffed or cried,Was naught to the ole whelp.He sez, sez he,“It’s nuthin ter me,What gait the critters ride,If they makes ther day,They gets ther pay,That’s me, an’ durn ther hide.”An ye kin betThe hands doan’t fretAbout ole man Gov. or hissen;They does ther dayAnd pouches ther payAn lets all else go fizzin.Ye doan’t ketch they,A-gettin gay,Seein ole man ain’t done;Not much, Siree,They lets things be,An hates that son of a gun.So when he,The ole screw-gee,Raises pay up ten per cent.,They doan’t believe,But up his sleeve,There’s a rod to some extent.An tan my skin,If it weren’t withinA few weeks, less or more,When that ole Sardine,Lets it be seen,Wot’s wot, and wewuzsore.Wot does he do?This Reuben Glue,He stretches the day out some,By an hour and a half,An’ gives us the laugh—We’re so mad, that we sets dumb.It’s a dum long worm,That doesn’t squirm,When ye foots it on his tail,An I lays bets,That some day we gets,So square, it makes ole man pale.
Ole man Gov.—Didn’t have no loveFer any of his help,How they lived or died,When they laffed or cried,Was naught to the ole whelp.He sez, sez he,“It’s nuthin ter me,What gait the critters ride,If they makes ther day,They gets ther pay,That’s me, an’ durn ther hide.”An ye kin betThe hands doan’t fretAbout ole man Gov. or hissen;They does ther dayAnd pouches ther payAn lets all else go fizzin.Ye doan’t ketch they,A-gettin gay,Seein ole man ain’t done;Not much, Siree,They lets things be,An hates that son of a gun.So when he,The ole screw-gee,Raises pay up ten per cent.,They doan’t believe,But up his sleeve,There’s a rod to some extent.An tan my skin,If it weren’t withinA few weeks, less or more,When that ole Sardine,Lets it be seen,Wot’s wot, and wewuzsore.Wot does he do?This Reuben Glue,He stretches the day out some,By an hour and a half,An’ gives us the laugh—We’re so mad, that we sets dumb.It’s a dum long worm,That doesn’t squirm,When ye foots it on his tail,An I lays bets,That some day we gets,So square, it makes ole man pale.
Ole man Gov.—Didn’t have no loveFer any of his help,How they lived or died,When they laffed or cried,Was naught to the ole whelp.
Ole man Gov.—
Didn’t have no love
Fer any of his help,
How they lived or died,
When they laffed or cried,
Was naught to the ole whelp.
He sez, sez he,“It’s nuthin ter me,What gait the critters ride,If they makes ther day,They gets ther pay,That’s me, an’ durn ther hide.”
He sez, sez he,
“It’s nuthin ter me,
What gait the critters ride,
If they makes ther day,
They gets ther pay,
That’s me, an’ durn ther hide.”
An ye kin betThe hands doan’t fretAbout ole man Gov. or hissen;They does ther dayAnd pouches ther payAn lets all else go fizzin.
An ye kin bet
The hands doan’t fret
About ole man Gov. or hissen;
They does ther day
And pouches ther pay
An lets all else go fizzin.
Ye doan’t ketch they,A-gettin gay,Seein ole man ain’t done;Not much, Siree,They lets things be,An hates that son of a gun.
Ye doan’t ketch they,
A-gettin gay,
Seein ole man ain’t done;
Not much, Siree,
They lets things be,
An hates that son of a gun.
So when he,The ole screw-gee,Raises pay up ten per cent.,They doan’t believe,But up his sleeve,There’s a rod to some extent.
So when he,
The ole screw-gee,
Raises pay up ten per cent.,
They doan’t believe,
But up his sleeve,
There’s a rod to some extent.
An tan my skin,If it weren’t withinA few weeks, less or more,When that ole Sardine,Lets it be seen,Wot’s wot, and wewuzsore.
An tan my skin,
If it weren’t within
A few weeks, less or more,
When that ole Sardine,
Lets it be seen,
Wot’s wot, and wewuzsore.
Wot does he do?This Reuben Glue,He stretches the day out some,By an hour and a half,An’ gives us the laugh—We’re so mad, that we sets dumb.
Wot does he do?
This Reuben Glue,
He stretches the day out some,
By an hour and a half,
An’ gives us the laugh—
We’re so mad, that we sets dumb.
It’s a dum long worm,That doesn’t squirm,When ye foots it on his tail,An I lays bets,That some day we gets,So square, it makes ole man pale.
It’s a dum long worm,
That doesn’t squirm,
When ye foots it on his tail,
An I lays bets,
That some day we gets,
So square, it makes ole man pale.