Oh I Shall Call Dada - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Oh! I Shall Call Dada. 
I am going to tell of a charming belle, 
Such a nice young gal and sweet as muscatelle; 
She'd a fair, fair skin, 
And her father was in the city militia. 
I called on her dada one day, something important I'd to say; 
His daughter said he was away, 
So I couldn't see her dada, dada-
Dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada. 
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I blush'd to my nose when I saw sweet Rose, 
Oh, how often I'd lack the courage to propose; 
Not knowing what to say, I invited her to play 
A Tune from some opera. 
I put my arm around her waist, her lovely lips I long'd to taste, 
Said she, " You'd best retire in haste. 
Or I shall call dada"-
Dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada. 
"Oh," said I, "my dear, your dad's not here, But believe what I say, my darling, is sincere; I consider you divine, say, will you be mine, Or I'll jump in the aqua." She answer'd in a voice so bland, "Your haste, I must reprimand, You've got my heart, but for my hand You must ask my dada "-Dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada. 
Next morning I went for pa's consent, When he gave me a look of great astonishment; Said he, " I never knew that the girl loved you-You can have her." Said I, " Huzza! ' Now nothing can ever annoy our wedded life, and oh, what joy! We've lately got a little boy, I'm teaching to say dada-Dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada.