Ah, There Stay There - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
AH, THERE! STAY THERE. 
Now there is a pretty fellow, Whom I meet every day; He stands upon the corner, But never seems to go away. When I pass by, he hard does try To mash and at me stare; And if I look some other way, He always shouts, ah, there! 
Chorus. Ah, there! stay there, Ah, there! stay there, I will quickly reply; Ah, there! stay there, Ah, there! stay there, As I am passing them by. 
Even the pretty policeman, As he walks up and down his Deal, He always tries to mash me When he chances me to meet. As he walks up and down, And swings his club with care; And when I chance to look around, He always shouts, ah, there!- Chorus 
Now the grocer and the butcher, To whom I go most every day; They tell me that they love me, But I bid them keep away. The Dutch clerk gives me taffy. With his blonde and curly hair; And When he chances to see me, He always shouts, ah, there!-Chorus.