He's A Harem Scarem When I Was Just The Same - song lyrics 
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HE'S A HAREM SCAREM(When I Was Just the Same.) Written by George Horncastle. Composed by John Cooke, Jr. 
I'm proud to say that I possess a very handsome lad, And, without vanity, he is the image of his dad; He's always been a "scorcher," too, since first he saw the light, And consequently often got into an awkward plight. Spoken- But there! so did I at his age! I can't blame the boy, for 
Chorus. He's a harem-scarem, devil-may-care-'em, rollicking sort of a boy, A tease 'em, squeeze 'em, girls, he'd please 'em, filling their hearts with joy; Witty, plucky, happy-go-lucky, up to each sly little game, And I can remember years ago when I was just the same. 
Before he reached his fourteenth year his cutty pipe he smoked, He polished off his glass of beer, and with the bar-maid joked; At every kind of manly sport he proved uncommon smart, But got into a row because he called a girl a "tart." 
Spoken-Girl's brother didn't like it, threatened to punish Jack, he! he! Found if his sister was no "tart," Jack was a "tartar." Jack went to the hospital to see him, and apologize in this way: gave him some fruit, not too ripe. "How do you like it?" says Jack. "Well, it's a little tart," says he. "And so is your sister," says Jack, "for I've tasted her lips." Well, I couldn't blame the boy, for- Chorus. 
Before the age of twenty-one he'd fairly gone the pace, He knew each "pub" and billiard room, and went to every race; He soon ran up a pretty pile of rather tidy debts, But one thing I can say of him, he always paid his bets. Spoken-That is to say. he always got me to pay them for him, he! he! Why, I've had as much as five And twenty shillings to pay for him on a Derby settling day, but then it was always a pleasure, for-Chorus. 
He's had his breach-of-promise case, I may say two or three, But as the girls were just as bad, they got no L. S. D., He's had-at least, his wife has had-well, all I know is this, A little stranger came to town, And people say it's his. Spoken-Well, suppose it is! I've had little strangers in my day, I can't blame the boy, for-Chorus.