The Bill It Kept Running Up Higher - song lyrics 
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The Bill it Kept Running Up Higher. Written and sung by Sam Devere. 
Roxana Magruder was a frail little thing, But her appetite gave her away; I took her to dinner, this is what she devoured-At a restaurant on Thanksgiving Day: Seven dishes of soup, at the very first scoop, Twelve dozen of raw on the shell; Three porterhouse steaks and nine plates of hot cakes, When I heard an old gentleman yell: 
Chorus. "Oh, Sam, tell her to stop, That baby will surely expire;" They all let a roar when she hollered for more, And the bill it kept running up higher. 
She licked off the dishes, the knives and the spoons, Wrestled everything there in the place; She swallowed milk punches until I declare, I was ashamed to look a cow in the face; She had pickles and stews, and some killikaloos, Spring turkeys and Dutch sour kraut; When she tackled sardines and a pot of baked beans, They all let a terrible shout: 
Chorus. "Oh, Sam, will she ever drop? Oh haug her outside on a wire;" Then she yelled for his " nabbs," to bring her some crabs, And the bill it kept running up higher. 
She drank enough whiskey to float a big ship, She swallowed Dutch beer by the pail; A dozen milk punches all went the same road, With a couple of buckets of ale; She had brandy and sherry, and hot Tom and Jerry, . Gin fizzes till she couldn't see; When she asked, with a laugh, for a hot whiskey bath, I heard them all holler at me: 
Chorus. "Oh, Sam, will she ever stop? Did you borrow that beer keg or buy her? " While the lager will flow, I said, "Let her go," And the bill it kept running up higher.