OH! MR. HITCHIN!
Written by W. H. Archbold and Monroe H. Rosenfeld. Composed by Felix McGlennon.
Now Mr. Hitchin, gentleman, loved buxom widow Brown,And Mrs. Brown a daughter had, a girl of great renown.When Mr. Hitchin called one day and found the widow out,He seemed so disappointed that the girl cried with a pout:Chorus.“Oh! Mr. Hitchin! Oh! Mr. Hitchin!Won’t you stay awhile within our cosy little kitchen;Mother dear is out, sir, so is brother Jack,But I can entertain you till mamma comes back!”Now Mr. Hitchin thought the girl the fairest he had seen,And said: “My dear, how old are you?” She answered, “Seventeen.”And as she with her own fair hands made him a cup of tea,He tried to steal a kiss, and then the maiden cried with glee:—Chorus.As Mr. Hitchin drank the tea, he bold and bolder grew,He squeezed the maiden’s hand and said: “Oh, ducky, I love you!”And then he put his arm around—well, where it shouldn’t be,While Katie cried: “Oh! Mr. Hitchin, stop! you’re tickling me!”—Chorus.Just then old Missis Brown appeared, and, mad with jealousy,Cried, “Oh, you wretch! that’s more than ever you would do for me!”She grabbed his whiskers, punched his ribs, and screamed, “Here’s where you die!”And as he jumped the window, he could hear sweet Katie cry:—Chorus.
Now Mr. Hitchin, gentleman, loved buxom widow Brown,And Mrs. Brown a daughter had, a girl of great renown.When Mr. Hitchin called one day and found the widow out,He seemed so disappointed that the girl cried with a pout:Chorus.“Oh! Mr. Hitchin! Oh! Mr. Hitchin!Won’t you stay awhile within our cosy little kitchen;Mother dear is out, sir, so is brother Jack,But I can entertain you till mamma comes back!”Now Mr. Hitchin thought the girl the fairest he had seen,And said: “My dear, how old are you?” She answered, “Seventeen.”And as she with her own fair hands made him a cup of tea,He tried to steal a kiss, and then the maiden cried with glee:—Chorus.As Mr. Hitchin drank the tea, he bold and bolder grew,He squeezed the maiden’s hand and said: “Oh, ducky, I love you!”And then he put his arm around—well, where it shouldn’t be,While Katie cried: “Oh! Mr. Hitchin, stop! you’re tickling me!”—Chorus.Just then old Missis Brown appeared, and, mad with jealousy,Cried, “Oh, you wretch! that’s more than ever you would do for me!”She grabbed his whiskers, punched his ribs, and screamed, “Here’s where you die!”And as he jumped the window, he could hear sweet Katie cry:—Chorus.
Now Mr. Hitchin, gentleman, loved buxom widow Brown,And Mrs. Brown a daughter had, a girl of great renown.When Mr. Hitchin called one day and found the widow out,He seemed so disappointed that the girl cried with a pout:
Now Mr. Hitchin, gentleman, loved buxom widow Brown,
And Mrs. Brown a daughter had, a girl of great renown.
When Mr. Hitchin called one day and found the widow out,
He seemed so disappointed that the girl cried with a pout:
Chorus.“Oh! Mr. Hitchin! Oh! Mr. Hitchin!Won’t you stay awhile within our cosy little kitchen;Mother dear is out, sir, so is brother Jack,But I can entertain you till mamma comes back!”
Chorus.
“Oh! Mr. Hitchin! Oh! Mr. Hitchin!
Won’t you stay awhile within our cosy little kitchen;
Mother dear is out, sir, so is brother Jack,
But I can entertain you till mamma comes back!”
Now Mr. Hitchin thought the girl the fairest he had seen,And said: “My dear, how old are you?” She answered, “Seventeen.”And as she with her own fair hands made him a cup of tea,He tried to steal a kiss, and then the maiden cried with glee:—Chorus.
Now Mr. Hitchin thought the girl the fairest he had seen,
And said: “My dear, how old are you?” She answered, “Seventeen.”
And as she with her own fair hands made him a cup of tea,
He tried to steal a kiss, and then the maiden cried with glee:—Chorus.
As Mr. Hitchin drank the tea, he bold and bolder grew,He squeezed the maiden’s hand and said: “Oh, ducky, I love you!”And then he put his arm around—well, where it shouldn’t be,While Katie cried: “Oh! Mr. Hitchin, stop! you’re tickling me!”—Chorus.
As Mr. Hitchin drank the tea, he bold and bolder grew,
He squeezed the maiden’s hand and said: “Oh, ducky, I love you!”
And then he put his arm around—well, where it shouldn’t be,
While Katie cried: “Oh! Mr. Hitchin, stop! you’re tickling me!”—Chorus.
Just then old Missis Brown appeared, and, mad with jealousy,Cried, “Oh, you wretch! that’s more than ever you would do for me!”She grabbed his whiskers, punched his ribs, and screamed, “Here’s where you die!”And as he jumped the window, he could hear sweet Katie cry:—Chorus.
Just then old Missis Brown appeared, and, mad with jealousy,
Cried, “Oh, you wretch! that’s more than ever you would do for me!”
She grabbed his whiskers, punched his ribs, and screamed, “Here’s where you die!”
And as he jumped the window, he could hear sweet Katie cry:—Chorus.
Copyright, 1895, byFrank Tousey. Entered at Stationers’ Hall, London, England. The complete words and music of this song will be sent by mail for 20 cents. AddressFrank Tousey, Publisher, 34 and 36 North Moore Street, New York. Catalogues sent free upon application.
Copyright, 1895, byFrank Tousey. Entered at Stationers’ Hall, London, England. The complete words and music of this song will be sent by mail for 20 cents. AddressFrank Tousey, Publisher, 34 and 36 North Moore Street, New York. Catalogues sent free upon application.