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!
Copyright, 1892, by Frank 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.