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Song Lyrics: “My Sweet”

14 Tuesday Feb 2017

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“My Sweet”

Ev’ry kid on the block has a sweetheart,
A pearly he looks to with pride
And when the old moon starts a-dreaming
He flies like a bird to her side
Have you heard of Mamie Maloney
You did? well you know she’s alright.
The real thing you bet not a phoney
She’s my sweet, say she’s not and I’ll fight.

Chorus:
My sweet my sweet, the copper while passing says isn’t she neat,
My sweet my sweet, the newsies admit, she’s the belle of the street,
There’s a little cosy corner in the subway of my heart
That’s locked up you see,
And I’ve handed the key to my sweet, sweetheart.

I don’t mean to always sell papers
Although I makes pretty good pay
It’s honest and there aint no tellin’
I might be a mayor some day
Or head of the great knights of labor
For hist’ry is known to repeat.
Or Willie K. Vanderbilt’s neighbor
In a brown stone with my little sweet.

Words by William Jerome,
Music by Jean Schwartz
Performed by Joseph Cawthorn in the 1905 musical “In Tammany Hall”

Song Lyrics: “The Newsboys of Chicago”

28 Wednesday Sep 2016

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The Newsboys of Chicago

Words by Reginald Mowbray
Music by Lutie St. Clair
The Newsboys of Chicago,
Are greatest in the world
you’ll find no better newsboys,
Wherever flags unfurled,
Their hearts are ever stoutest,
All trouble they defy,
And oh, their voice is loudest,
Whene’er you hear them cry:
Chorus
Have you have your morning papers,
All about the crimes,
Tribune, Inter Ocean, Herald, Morning Times,
In the evening hear them calling,
None can these boys match:
Five o’clock News, Journal, Post, Chicago, Mail, Dispatch.
As bright as copper pennies,
As honest as the day,
The newsboys of Chicago,
Adorn the city’s way,
In sunshine or in shadow,
And always free from blues,
They only strive to give us,
The very latest news.
O, people of this city,
Remember now and then,
The newsboys of Chicago,
Shall be our worthy men,
For to these ragged heroes,
No task to hard to try,
And honesty rings cheery,
In ev’ry passing cry:

Song Lyrics: “Extra! Extra!”

10 Tuesday May 2016

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“Extra! Extra!”

As sung in Edward Harrigan’s Local Drama, “Old Lavender.”

Words by Edward Harriggan.
Music by Dave Braham.

O mister, I’m a newsboy, hustling night and day,
A selling of my papers, and that’s not easy play.
Down town in the morning before they’re up in York,
I’m waiting for my Heralds, and a dancing on the walk.

It’s “Extra! Extra!” ’round the town I go;
A murder and a suicide, and Barnum’s great big show.
It’s “Extra! Extra!” Congress in a fight–
Elopement o’er in Jersey, with a preacher getting tight.

On mister, there’s a cripple–little Jimmy Ryan,
I help him sell his papers because his mother’s blind.
Can’t he sing a ballad! it aint no use to talk!
A darling ‘mong the newsboys, when he’s singing on the walk.

It’s “Extra! Extra!” ’round the town I shout;
The Fenians captured Canada andd Gladstone’s got the gout.
It’s “Extra! Extra!” Sinking of a ship–
Embezzlement in Wall street, and a barber lost his lip.

We get our cakes and coffee red hot from the can,
With buckwheat cakes and lasses enough to feed a man.
All the Jersey farmers, and ev’ry country gawk,–
They stop to see the newsboys when they dance upon the walk.

It’s “Extra! Extra!” this is what I cry;
A Democratic vict’ry down in Penn-syl-va-ne-i.
It’s “Extra! Extra!” France and Germany,
They’re goin’ to fight with all their might to lick the poor Chinee.

I sit up in the gall’ry watching of the play;
Oh I know all the actors, and this is what they say,–
I am King of Denmark, you ought to hear me talk,
And pouting to the newsboys when we’re on the Herald walk.

It’s “Extra! Extra!” this is what I cry;
A blizzard out in Michigan–a marriage on the sly
It’s “Extra! Extra!” Cashier’s run away,
And collar’d all the boodle and he’s skipt to Canada.

Song Lyrics: “The Pride of Newspaper Row, Jimmy”

16 Wednesday Mar 2016

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Jimmy Jones is me name,
Selling papes is me game
I’m de toughest kid ever on earth,
If you ask where’s me home,
From a box to de dome
of de World Building does for me berth.

All de kids tip dere hats
Or I’d break in dere slats
Dey all knows me wherever I go.
You can her dem all say
As I go by each day
Dat’s de Pride of Newspaper Row.

Refrain
Jimmy, Jimmy,
Dats de salute de gimme,
E’vrybody bows to me where ever I go,
Jimmy, Jimmy,
You are de real thing, Jimmy,
You are the quickest, de cutest and slickest
De Pride of Newspaper Row.

When de extrys is out,
You can bet I’m about
At de same old stand den I’ll be found
And de cops on de beat
When we chance for to meet
Never tells me to keep of de ground.

And it’s dis kind of hunch
Makes a hit wid de bunch
And I keep it up just for to show
Dem geezers dat dey
Have good reason to say
He’s de Pride of Newspaper Row.

Refrain

Song Lyrics: “The Newsboys Sweetheart”

14 Sunday Feb 2016

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“The Newsboys Sweetheart”
Words & Music by Maude Anita Hart, 1905

My sweethearts name is Dolly
I haven’t known her long
But all the time I’m singing
And Dolly is my song
I’m nothing but a newsboy
Sell papers ev’ry day
To those who ride in coaches
To read while on their way
Twas there I met my Dolly
Became her loving swain
And now I’m always wishing
For Dolly on the train.

Chorus
My Dolly is the dearest,
The sweetest girl I know
She’s just my precious darling,
And O I love her so
Yes love my dark-eyed beauty,
In sunshine or in rain
My heart is O so happy
When Dolly’s on the train.

Her Papa guides the lever
As speeds the train away
And often takes my Dolly
With him to spend the day
But sometimes he will send her
Down in the coach to ride
And then will haste the newsboy
So quickly to her side
Yes I am but a newsboy
Have tried her love to gain
The love of little Dolly
My Dolly on the train.

The sequel now will show you
‘Tis right to persevere
For Dolly says she loves me
And that I am so dear
She’s given me her promise
My wife some day to be
‘Twill be such joy and gladness
Her face to always see
And now I am so happy
In sunshine or in rain
For meeting little Dolly
My Dolly on the train.

Song Lyrics: “The News Boy”

05 Friday Feb 2016

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THE NEWS BOY.

From the Broadway Belle.—Affectionately dedicated to the numerous respectable and useful body of New York Newsboys.

Air, “WAIT FOR THE WAGGON.”

Oh, ’tis early every morning, about the break of day,
I jump up from my slumbers, and quickly haste away—
Then at the paper offices my daily stock I choose,
And then I hurry all about to spread the morning news.

CHORUS.
Singing, Here’s the Times and Herald,
Singing, Here’s the Times and Herald,
Singing, Here’s the Times and Herald,
And all the morning news.

Oh, every Friday morning so briskly I do sell,
The copies of that sparkling sheet the little Broadway Belle,
The sporters all do buy it, just to read the fancy news,
And the ladies they will have it, for it drives away the blues.

CHORUS.
Then here are songs for one cent,
Then here are songs for one cent,
Then here’s the Belle for two-pence,
With all the fancy news.

Oh, when the day is ended, with pockets full of rocks,
I lay off at the National, and laugh at funny Fox;
‘Tis there I raise old harry, and on peanuts have a spree;
Of all the lives you read of, the newsboy’s life for me!

CHORUS.
Oh, I’m bound to raise old Harry,
Oh, I’m bound to raise old Harry,
Oh, I’m bound to raise old Harry,
The newsboy’s life for me!

Andrews, Printer, 38 Chtham St, N. Y., Dealer in Songs, Game Books, Motto Verses, c. Wholesale and Retail.

Written in 1850, many different versions of “Wait for the Wagon” were published the next year, as it became a minstrel show favorite and even used as a campaign song for Millard Fillmore (with revised, political lyrics, of course). During the Civil War, a version with lyrics about succession was popular in the South, although the video below contains the standardized lyrics. The Library of Congress has one set of “Wait for the Wagon” sheet music online here and the lyrics sheet for “The News Boy” here.

Song Lyrics: “The Sidewalks of New York”

15 Saturday Feb 2014

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Written in 1894 by James W Blake & Charles B. Lawlor, “The Sidewalks of New York” is such an iconic song. It’s also known as “East Side, West Side” because of the first line of the chorus.

As a bonus, I found a video of a player piano with the lyrics included on the roll!

“The Sidewalks of New York”
Original lyrics by James W. Blake.

Down in front of Casey’s old brown wooden stoop
On a summer’s evening we formed a merry group
Boys and girls together we would sing and waltz
While Tony played the organ on the sidewalks of New York

Chorus:
East Side, West Side, all around the town
The tots sang “ring-around-rosie,” “London Bridge is falling down”
Boys and girls together, me and Mamie O’Rourke
Tripped the light fantastic on the sidewalks of New York

That’s where Johnny Casey, little Jimmy Crowe
Jakey Krause, the baker, who always had the dough
Pretty Nellie Shannon with a dude as light as cork
She first picked up the waltz step on the sidewalks of New York

Things have changed since those times, some are up in “G”
Others they are wand’rers but they all feel just like me
They’d part with all they’ve got, could they once more walk
With their best girl and have a twirl on the sidewalks of New York

Song Lyrics: “The Newsboys’ Christmas Dinner”

20 Friday Dec 2013

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"The Newsboys' Christmas Dinner"

“The Newsboys’ Christmas Dinner”
Words & music by Theo. H. Northrup, c1893

The newsboys all had gather’d near a rest’raunt’s welcome door,
The day had been quite dull and bleak, and they were tired and sore,
When gruffly cried a man in blue, ’twas one of the police,
For them to move or else he’d take them in to keep the peace.
The boys were very quiet, some dress’d poorly, others neat,
And all had worked industriously, were hungry and could eat.
The man in blue then made a dash to put them all to rout,
But they were jolly newsboys and began to laugh and shout.

Just then from out the rest’raunt’s door a portly man came out,
To see what this uncalled for fuss and cry could be about,
Then taking in the situation at a single glance,
He told the boys some joyous news that put them in a trance.
Hurrah! they cried in unison, and through the door they went,
And never was a Christmas dinner half so hap’ly spent,
For everything they could get to tempt the newsboys gay,
Was placed before the newsboys on this merry Christmas day.

Song Lyrics: “The Poor Little Newsboy”

03 Tuesday Sep 2013

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“The Poor Little Newsboy,” written four years later, shares many similarities to “The Poor Little Newsgirl”: dead fathers, ill mothers, selling papers in bad weather to support them as best they can, an ending full of pathos.

“The Poor Little Newsboy”
1886, by T. B. Harms & Co.

‘Twas a wee little boy trudging on thro’ the night,
He ne’er stopped his work, tho’ the tears dimmed his sight;
He sobbed out aloud as onward he went:
I’ve not sold a paper, I have not a cent!
His father was dead, his mother was ill,
And this little child was at work with a will;
To keep her from starving, and lest she should die,
He choked back his sobs and again came the cry:

Chorus
Chronicle, Telegram, Star, or News,
The latest edition of each if you choose;
Some for a penney, and some for two,
So buy one, I’ll thank you so much if you do.

So crying the news thro’ the cold and the sleet,
He hears not the team dashing wild down the street;
A crash and a moan, and the little boy brave
Lies dying while striving his mother to save.
They carry him back midst darkness and gloom,
To his mother alone in the bare attic room,
And all thro’ the night in his anguish and pain,
Rings out the clear voice still again and again:

Chorus

Song Lyrics: “She’s Been a Mother to Me”

22 Thursday Aug 2013

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1896
Words by Walter H. Ford
Music by John W. Bratton
 
A poor little maiden, with newspapers laden
Was trying her best not to cry
She counted each penny, she didn’t have many
Then called a policeman near by,
My mother’s in jail, sir, will you take this bail, sir
And tell them she didn’t do wrong.
It’s all a mistake, sir,
And her heart will break, sir,
If I am away from her long.
 
Chorus
She’s been a mother to me,
Good and true,
Kind as no other could be,
All I know,
We’ve one another, you see,
Just we two,
That’s why I love her, I do,
For she’s been a mother to me.
 
 
She isn’t my mother, but there I’ve not other
She found me one day at her door,
She did all she could, sirm to bring me up good, sir
She couldn’t do wrong I am sure,
The judge heard her story, her face shone with glory,
Your mother, may go, my dear child.
And as he dismissed them,
She ran up and kissed him,
Then turned to the court room and smiled.
 
Chorus