Georgie - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
GEORGIE. Copyright, 1892, by Benj. W. Hitchcock. Words and Music by H. Chateau And H. Albertini. Sung by Marie- Vanoni. 
To-night I am not very gay, the reason I will tell to you: I fell in love the other day, my little heart is burst in two. My own sweetheart is sitting there, the big bass-fiddle he does play; Alas! for me he does not care, but practices like this all day: 
Chorus. Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, Georgie, Georgie! devotedly I love you, my own baby! Your music I adore; Georgie, Georgie! one kiss for her above you. (Imploring)-You won't? (Angry)-Then don't! I shall love you still all the more. 
My Georgie, you're a picture fair; your hair is like a bunch of hay. And boots as long as this you wear; your nose gets redder every day. Ah! take me to your fond embrace, I love to linger by your side, To gaze into your lovely face (the other girls who did it, died).-Chorus. 
Last night outside a music hall I saw you looking very gay, And tho' there was no wind at all; you walked along just in this way. They say you'd nineteen pints of beer, And "Irish whiskies" forty-three: I'm very angry, Georgie dear; when next you drink, 'twill be with me.- Cho. 
Extra Verses. Go, Georgie, with your double bass; you are not worthy such as I; To some one else I'll turn my face, And to attract his love I'll try. I see a handsome fellow here, who looks as if he yearned for me (Turning suddenly to the bass-drummer), And yet-and yet-oh, Georgie, dear, why will you so provoking be? Georgie, Georgie! devotedly I love you, my own baby, etc. 
Now, Georgie, I'm mad with you; not mad in love, as you suppose, But full of ire And hatred, too, for him who dares my will oppose; Henceforth our paths are not the same; we'll never speak as we pass by. What's that? I thought you called my name; or did you wink the other eye? Georgie, Georgie! devotedly I love you, my own baby, etc. 
Another Version. He was the sweetest little beau; he looked just like a fashion plate; He swung a big cane to and fro, just like a kangaroo his gait. His necktie was a flaming red; his tiny whiskers were the same; he seemed on toothpicks to be fed; when his girl met him she'd exclaim: 
Chorus. Georgie, Georgie! you fascinating fellow; Sweetness, darling! I'm sorry for you dear; Georgie, Georgie! with love I'm turning yellow; Ta, ta! here's Pa! And his temper's awful queer! 
He used to follow her around, just like a noodle on a string; His upper story wasn't sound; you'd think so when he tried to sing. One night, when full of beer or love, to serenade he stood outside-A pitcher landed from above upon his head, while his girl cried:- Chorus 
The moon he loved to contemplate, and dream about his lady fair; He used to linger at her gate-her little brother saw him there. Then, with a hammer and some nails, he crept upon him, like a ghost; And she would sing while his coat-tails were dangling to that old gate-post:- Cho. 
Once, early in the eve, he called-it happened that her "Pa" was in. "Who is that funny freak?" he bawled, "And is it made of wood or tin?" Then came the music of a boot (a number twelve her father wore); They saw a very damaged suit, while that girl sang beside the door:-Chorus.