Friday, May 20, 2005

Summer Song


The other day I met a jay his name was Hezekiah
I had to grin to hear him chin about his hearts desire
I said I bet your little pet is just a real vampire
He answered hey there pal she ain't that kinda gal.

Oh! oh! oh! my sweet Hortense She ain't good lookin' but she's got good sense
Before I kiss Hortense I always buy a nickles worth of peppermints
Rain makes flowers pretty I hear I hope it pours on her for a year
That would be immense Yer never met a gal like sweet Hortense
Oh! oh! oh! my sweet Hortense She ain't good lookin' but she's got good sense
Before I kiss Hortense I always buy a nickles worth of peppermints

And by the way I'd like to say he took 'er to the preacher
The preacher said come right ahead Im mighty glad to meet yer
He whispered Hez the good book says that you're a lucky creature
And when he kissed the bride we're even Hezie cried.

Oh! oh! oh! my sweet Hortense She ain't good lookin' but she's got good sense
Before I kiss Hortense I always buy a nickles worth of peppermints
She's got dandy teeth in her mouth one points north and the other points south
Say they're both immense Yer never met a gal like sweet Hortense
Oh! oh! oh! my sweet Hortense She ain't good lookin' but she's got good sense
Before I kiss Hortense I always buy a nickles worth of peppermints

5 Comments:

At 1:02 AM, Blogger Dan Byrne said...

Hortence is all well and good, but I want to know who killed cock Robin?

 
At 8:05 PM, Blogger Geraldine said...

I can't tell you how grateful I am for you putting the lyrics down. My dad used to sing this to us all, and we'd kill ourselves laughing.
There was a line I don't see here
"When she dance to the acordeen, she shakes herself like a hindoo queen".

Dad died ten years ago, he was eighty three, born in 1905 so this was right in his era. He was fifty when I was born, so we spanned many years between us!
My mum, who has Alzheimer's is dong some musical therapy, and this song surfaced in her recollections. I googled it(love that verb), and your blog came up. So one grateful Australian.

Geraldine Hughes

 
At 12:04 AM, Blogger John said...

My grandpa, born 1907, sang it to us when we were kids, but either he remembered only a few words, or I did.

Thanks for posting this.

 
At 10:53 AM, Blogger Joe said...

And when I play on the acordeen, she shakes herself like a Ford machine. (From Columbia recording by Frank Crumit and Gennett recording by Flo Bert). One of my favorite songs since I heard the Crumit about ten thousand years ago. Thanks.

 
At 1:16 AM, Blogger Rex Rex said...

i bought this 78 when i was a child in the 70s catchy tune,,never forgot it

 

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