Gone, Gone, Gone - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
GONE, GONE, GONE. Copyright, 1889, by J. C. Groene & Co. By Chas. Dittmar. 
A little song I'll sing to you, called gone, gone, gone; So listen, pray, till I get through with gone, gone, gone; Some funny jokes I'll try to sing, although I may some chestnut spring, I think I've struck a clever thing in gone, gone, gone. 
I once did have a nice clear voice-it's gone, gone, gone; My clothes that always were so nice are gone, gone, gone; My diamond pin, kold watch and chain, my umbrella and walking cane, Will never trouble me again, there gone, gone, gone. 
A Thomas cat so gaily sang, mien, mien, mien, A bootjack hit him With a bang, mien, mien, mien. The sausage-maker came around, and in the yard that cat was found. To Tittle pieces it was ground-it's gone, gone, gone. 
My sixty-dollar overcoat Is gone, gone, gone; My best girl she says I'm a blote-gone, gone, gone; She left for good, took all my cash, and skipped out with another mash; Before she left my bead she smashed, and she's gone, gone, gone. 
A carpet-tack lay on the floor-It's gone, gone, gone;You'll never see It any more- -it's gone, gone, gone; The baby on the floor did crawl when all at once I heard him call-The baby, carpet-tack and all are gone, gone, gone.