I Had But Fifty Cents - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
I HAD BUT FIFTY CENTS. 
I took my girl to a fancy ball-It was a social hop, But we stayed until the folks went out, And the music it did stop; Then to a restaurant we went-The best one in the street; She said she wasn't hungry, But this is what she eat: A dozen raw, a plate of slaw, A chicken and a roast; Some sparrow grass and apple sass, And soft-shell crabs on toast; A big box-stew, and crackers, too, Her appetite was immense"When she called for pie, I thought I'd die, For I had but fifty cents. 
She said she wasn't hungry-She didn't care to eat; Now I've got money in my clothes To bet she can't be beat; She took it in so cosy, She had an awful tank, She said she wasn't thirsty, But this is what she drank: A whiskey skin, a glass of gin-It made me shake with fear; Some ginger pop, with rum on top, A schooner, then, of beer; A glass of ale, a gin cock-tail, She ought to have had more sense-When she called for more, I fell on the fleer, For I had but fifty cents. 
You bet I wasn't hungry-I didn't care to eat, Expecting every moment To be kicked out in the street; She said she'd bring her family 'round Some day, and we'd have fun; Then I gave the man the fifty cents, And this is what he done: He tore my clothes, he mashed my nose, He hit me in the jaw; He gave me a prize of a pair of black eyes, And with me swept the floor; He took me where my clothes hung loose, And threw me over a fence-Take my advice, don't try it twice, When you've got but fifty cents.