HER PAPA WAS THERE!

By Felix McGlennon. Arranged by Monroe H. Rosenfeld.

I went to see my best girl,One lovely evening, one lovely evening,My head was in a whirlAs I approached her front door.At the window she was sitting there,And she looked so good, so pure and fair,And she smiled on me, I bowed, that’s all,But I must admit that I did not call.Chorus.For her papa was there, her papa was there,I saw his tin whiskers and bald head of hair,He’s a foot that can kick and a tongue that can swear,So I didn’t call, for her papa was there!Her dad is awfully good,Never goes giddy, never goes giddy,Won’t look at anything rude,That’s what his family thinks.But a giddy show I went to see,Where the ladies’ skirts just reached the knee.Others danced in tights, some one said, “Bravo,”Who was it? why, right in the very front rowChorus.Her papa was there, her papa was there,I swore I would give him away I declare,But he promised he’d give me his daughter so rare,So I didn’t tell that her papa was there!Her dad hates young men who spree,Says that he never takes a drink everThat is stronger than tea,Temperance leader is he.Now I went one day upon a lark,And I made things howl long after dark,And I staggered by, tripped up and fell,A policeman shoved me into a cell.Chorus.And her papa was there, her papa was there,And part of the floor with his nobs I did share;It was ten dollars fine and both fines he did square,Oh! wasn’t I glad that her papa was there!I went once to the race trackTo see the racers go through their paces,With “touts” both white and black;Winners I never could lack,So I bet upon a stunning mare,For she couldn’t lose, all did declare,But she came in last, as I turned and sawA face I well knew and oh, dear! oh, law—Chorus.Her papa was there, her papa was there,He had on his face such a look of despair,He was cleaned out and “busted” I heard him declare,So I wasn’t alone, for her papa was there!I went to see my best girl,One lovely morning, one lovely morning,Off to church we did whirl,Quickly we two were made one.Oh, the wedding breakfast was sublime,And we had a good old, gay old time,And we drank and toasted “luck and wealth,”Then some one got up and proposed our health—Chorus.And her papa was there, her papa was there,He said good, young fellows like me were so rare;He made them then think me a saint, I declare,Oh, wasn’t I glad that her papa was there!

I went to see my best girl,

One lovely evening, one lovely evening,

My head was in a whirl

As I approached her front door.

At the window she was sitting there,

And she looked so good, so pure and fair,

And she smiled on me, I bowed, that’s all,

But I must admit that I did not call.

Chorus.For her papa was there, her papa was there,I saw his tin whiskers and bald head of hair,He’s a foot that can kick and a tongue that can swear,So I didn’t call, for her papa was there!

Chorus.

For her papa was there, her papa was there,

I saw his tin whiskers and bald head of hair,

He’s a foot that can kick and a tongue that can swear,

So I didn’t call, for her papa was there!

Her dad is awfully good,Never goes giddy, never goes giddy,Won’t look at anything rude,That’s what his family thinks.But a giddy show I went to see,Where the ladies’ skirts just reached the knee.Others danced in tights, some one said, “Bravo,”Who was it? why, right in the very front row

Her dad is awfully good,

Never goes giddy, never goes giddy,

Won’t look at anything rude,

That’s what his family thinks.

But a giddy show I went to see,

Where the ladies’ skirts just reached the knee.

Others danced in tights, some one said, “Bravo,”

Who was it? why, right in the very front row

Chorus.Her papa was there, her papa was there,I swore I would give him away I declare,But he promised he’d give me his daughter so rare,So I didn’t tell that her papa was there!

Chorus.

Her papa was there, her papa was there,

I swore I would give him away I declare,

But he promised he’d give me his daughter so rare,

So I didn’t tell that her papa was there!

Her dad hates young men who spree,Says that he never takes a drink everThat is stronger than tea,Temperance leader is he.Now I went one day upon a lark,And I made things howl long after dark,And I staggered by, tripped up and fell,A policeman shoved me into a cell.

Her dad hates young men who spree,

Says that he never takes a drink ever

That is stronger than tea,

Temperance leader is he.

Now I went one day upon a lark,

And I made things howl long after dark,

And I staggered by, tripped up and fell,

A policeman shoved me into a cell.

Chorus.And her papa was there, her papa was there,And part of the floor with his nobs I did share;It was ten dollars fine and both fines he did square,Oh! wasn’t I glad that her papa was there!

Chorus.

And her papa was there, her papa was there,

And part of the floor with his nobs I did share;

It was ten dollars fine and both fines he did square,

Oh! wasn’t I glad that her papa was there!

I went once to the race trackTo see the racers go through their paces,With “touts” both white and black;Winners I never could lack,So I bet upon a stunning mare,For she couldn’t lose, all did declare,But she came in last, as I turned and sawA face I well knew and oh, dear! oh, law—

I went once to the race track

To see the racers go through their paces,

With “touts” both white and black;

Winners I never could lack,

So I bet upon a stunning mare,

For she couldn’t lose, all did declare,

But she came in last, as I turned and saw

A face I well knew and oh, dear! oh, law—

Chorus.Her papa was there, her papa was there,He had on his face such a look of despair,He was cleaned out and “busted” I heard him declare,So I wasn’t alone, for her papa was there!

Chorus.

Her papa was there, her papa was there,

He had on his face such a look of despair,

He was cleaned out and “busted” I heard him declare,

So I wasn’t alone, for her papa was there!

I went to see my best girl,One lovely morning, one lovely morning,Off to church we did whirl,Quickly we two were made one.Oh, the wedding breakfast was sublime,And we had a good old, gay old time,And we drank and toasted “luck and wealth,”Then some one got up and proposed our health—

I went to see my best girl,

One lovely morning, one lovely morning,

Off to church we did whirl,

Quickly we two were made one.

Oh, the wedding breakfast was sublime,

And we had a good old, gay old time,

And we drank and toasted “luck and wealth,”

Then some one got up and proposed our health—

Chorus.And her papa was there, her papa was there,He said good, young fellows like me were so rare;He made them then think me a saint, I declare,Oh, wasn’t I glad that her papa was there!

Chorus.

And her papa was there, her papa was there,

He said good, young fellows like me were so rare;

He made them then think me a saint, I declare,

Oh, wasn’t I glad that her papa was there!

Copyright, 1892, byFrank Tousey. The complete words and music of this song will be sent by mail for 20 cents. Address,Frank Tousey, Publisher, 34 and 36 North Moore Street, New York. Catalogues sent free upon application.

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