Mister Pat O\u27Hare

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Hang Out The Front Door Key

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Captain Willie Brown

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Milo: A Romance of Turkey

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Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Si, Do

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The Owl In The Old Oak Tree

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Twas In September

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Best I Get is Much Obliged To You

[Verse 1] When Sylvester Johnson Lee hit New York from Tennessee, he thought he’d make his fortune right away He worked aroun’ in swell hotels a shinin’ shoes an’ hoppin’ bells, but somehow he couldn’t seem to make it pay One day to self, sez he, something mus’ be wrong with me I can’t seem to get a cent from no one, I wonder why. No one hands me any “tips” or nothin’ else but heavy grips, I’m goin’ to bid these swell hotels goodbye. [Chorus] It’s mighty strange! It’s mighty strange! No one ever says “Sylvester you keep the change” I try to do: as folks tell me to: but they all get absent minded when my work is through: I don’t know why: the more I try: somehow or other all the coin gets by: It’s time I blew for some job that’s new, All I get here is “Much obliged to you.” [Verse 2] The next job that came his way, found him in a swell Café, he’d heard so much about a waiter’s “graft” But poor Sylvester hardly knew an omelet from a kidney stew, so when they saw him coming, people laughed One day in a lady came, with a bull dog on a chain, Poor Sylvester had to stand and hold him outside the door, When she finished out she went and handed him a measly cent, no wonder that he cried out as before [Chorus] [Verse 3] One day, back to Tennesse, “beat” Sylvester Johnson Lee, disgusted with the ways of New York town: Sez he, I’ve worked at ev’ry trade, the Lord or devil ever made, and I aint seen no fortunes lyin’ roun’ Good old Nashville, Tennessee, always did look good to me, I aint goin to work no more for no one an ‘ose my health, While I’m feelin’ strong an’ well, I’m goin’ to take a restin’ spell, I’m sick an tried of chasing after wealth [Chours

Little Girl You\u27ll Do

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Lonesome Little Maid : Low Voice

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