That's What, By Gosh - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THAT'S WHAT, BY GOSH! Copyright, 1896, by H. W. Petrie. Words by Phil Gibbons. Music by W. C Parker. 
You may take me for a hayseed, a reuben, or a jayThat's what, by gosh! But you bet I ain't no monkey-jack you meet with every dayThat's what, by gosh! For I've taken all the prizes down at the county fair, And can wrestle anybody from a baby to a bear; I'm a Hick'ry Jackson Democrat, that was never known to scareThat's what, by gosh! 
When I get full on cider, I go spiling for a fightThat's what, by gosh! I run my house to suit myself, my wife keeps out of sightThat's what, by gosh! For the farm hands they can't hold me when I go on a spree; I'm a regular ring-tail snorter and I'm up to snuff, you See; And I do not care for anyone that doesn't Care for meThat's what, by gosh! 
Now, I've never been to England, and I've never been to FranceThat's what, by gosh! But sometimes I go to town ball, to hear them sing and danceThat's what, by gosh! Now there's Parson Jones and Deacon Brown and I went to the play, We sat right down together, just behind the orchestra: We were flirting with the ballet girls, but our wives gave us awayThat's what, by gosh! 
Election times are coming, and may the boat man winThat's what, by gosh! If you want to get an office now you've got to spend your tinThat's what, by gosh! For I once run for Squire, and before I got seated I bought a German brewery, and the neighbors all I treated: Next day I read the papers through, and saw I was defeated That's what, by gosh! 
The other night I heard a song that made me awful tiledThat's what, by gosh! They say the man that wrote it at the time was quite inspiredThat's what, by gosh! At every turn I take I hear the chestnut melody, It haunts me day and night wuss'n any goll-darned flea: If I caught the cuss that, wrote it I would hang him to a treeThat's what, by gosh!