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, by Frank Tousey. Entered at Stationers’ Hall, London, England. 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.
KISS MY DEAR OLD MOTHER, JACK.
By George Bruce and Felix McGlennon.
Far away from dear Columbia,
In a land across the foam,
Lies a mother’s darling dying,
Far from kindred, friends and home;
And his comrade kneels beside him,