He's Waiting Yet - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
HE'S WAITING YET. Copyright, 1892, by H. F. Harding. Words by M. Cavanagh. Composed by Will H. Fox. 
One night I went upon the mash; I met a girl and acted rash. I spoke of love aim other things-of wedded bliss and diamond rings; I saw her home, and at the gate she said, "Next night, as sure as fate. She'd meet me where before we met;" but for the girl I'm waiting yet. 
Chorus. I'm waiting yet in grief and pain; for four long hours in slush and rain I hung around, got soaking wet-she never came-I'm walling yet. 
Once, In a game of draw, I sat and had four diamonds dealt me, pat; They all stayed in and saw my raise; I thought them all a lot of jays. I drew one card, And didn't look to see how much the dealer took; A diamond would have won the pot. I waited, and a spade I got. 
Chorus. I'm wailing yet in grief and pain; they got my wealth, gold watch and chain. That little spade caused me regret-for a diamond flush I'm waiting yet. 
My tailor's bill is overdue; 'twill so remain and! feel blue. I'm dodging him by night and day-my appetite he's drove away. A No. I with him I stood-poor man he thought my credit good; Four nobby suits for me he made; and now he's waiting to be paid. 
Chorus. He's waiting yet in grief and pain; his hopes of payments are all vain. I said I'd liquidate the debt one year ago-he's wailing yet, 
I dabbled once in politics, but wasn't up to all the tricks; They said I'd be in every deal-another name, you know, for steal. I always voted with the mob. and helped them out on many a job; The boodle that they said I'd get I'm longing for and waiting yet. 
Chorus. I'm waiting yet in grief and pain; that I've been done, to me is plain. They got the stuff and skipped, you bet, and for my share I'm wailing yet