Where flowery praties grow; or, Dennis Carney
Sung by Arthur Young, the Versatile Irish
Entertainer, with Immense success throughout
Great Britain and Ireland.
BEHOLD! a happy Irish gent,
With heart so gay and light,
Your smiling faces gives me joy,
To sing to you each night;
It's all about my native land,
I'm going to let you know,
It's where good whiskey is distilled,
And flowery Praties grow.
I come from sweet Killarney, by the
Where the pretty little ducks and the
M name is Dennis Carney, from the
In the land where the flowery Praties
I don't believe in rioting,
Or kicking up a noise.
I believe in a harmless joke.
Among the girls and boys;
The call me merry Dennis—
And the reason is you know,
I banish care in Ireland.
Where the flowery Praties grow.
long to see the Irish boys,
From care and trouble free,
In harmony with everyone,
Who cares for Unity;
Then happily and pleasantly,
The time would ever flow,
And all the world respect the land,
Where flowery Praties grow.
It's myself that's got the money,
And I only think it fair,
To take a sleeping partner,
My heart and home to share;
If I can find a lady fair
Who back with me will go,
I'll do the grand in Paddy's land,
Where flowery Praties.
DON'T MAKE A NOISE
OR ELSE YOU'LL
WAKE THE BABY
Written and Compsed by G. W. Hunt
Sung by LEYBOURNE, the Lion Comic
Music at HOEPOOD & CREW'S.
IF you perceive my bosom heave,
'Tis caused by proud delight,
For I'm a very different man,
To what I was last night ;
For some time in my house a nurse,
Has air d her awkward charms,
But I'm glad to say this morning, I
Found something in her arms.
Spoken—When I enquired as innocently as
possible 'Lor nurse, whatever have you got
there?" she said "Hush h-h-h !"
Don't make a noise, or else you'll wake the
Don't make a noise or else you'll wake
Don't make a row, or you'll disturb the
infant, shall go wild.
I feel so awfully awfully jolly I think I
As soon as e'er the news was told,
In every neighbour comes,
Some said | What a splendid child!"
Others "Bless its gums!"
My feelings were so glorious,
Describe them no one can!
And the ladies seemed to look on me,
As a very clever man.
Spoken. — They said " Mister Snooks you ought
to feel thankful, Sir,'' I said" I do, I do, I do!"
then they said " Oh Sir, you ought to be
proud" I said " I am, I am, I am ! ' and then
they all said " Hush-h-h-h! "
On the day I married so was " Jones,"
Who said quite on the sly,
" Who'll be a happy father first,
I wonder, you or I?"
Jones always thinks he's number one.
To-day that bliss is mine,
So When we meet I'll have some fun,
And crack a bottle of wine!
Spoken.—And drink the darlings health, and
with a look full of meaning I shall observe to
Jones ' Hush !"
With a parents fond affection now,
I feel all of a glow,
But what to name the lovely babe,
I don't exactly know ;
I'd like to call him something grand,
And worthy of a " Snooks,''
And when he's christened you must come,
And see how nice he looks.
Spoken.—O you must come and see baby yon
shall have a " private view " and we're going
have him weigh'd! so do come but mind.
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