Oh Mr Austin - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
OH! MR. AUSTIN. Copyright, 1896, by Spaulding & Gray Words and Music by Wm. B. Gray. 
A man named Amos Austin took a trip to Boston From his quiet little home in Saccarappa, Maine, Where he was a preacher, and with him took a teacher From a class in Sunday school, whose Christian name, was Jane; When they got to Boston, dear, kind Mr. Austin Left her up at Young's Hotel, but soon from there she fled; And goodness gracious, what a shock, when that same night at twelve o'clock. He found her out on Tremont Street, And this Is what she said: 
Chorus. Oh! Mr. Austin, Since I've been in Boston Everything's been happiness, Without a care or pain; My brain's been in a constant whirl, And I'll be a much wiser girl When I go back to Saccarappa, Maine. 
Next day a hotel boarder told June he adored her. Took her out with him that night to see the "Black Crook" show, And when the lady prancers, Called the Midway dancers, Moved about so very queer, June murmured, "Oh, dear, oh!" But when the show was over, Jane was in high clover, Vowing she bud never dream'd of seeing such a play: Right back to Young's they went to dine, where very freely Jane drank wine, The parson walked in on the scene, but Jane could only say:- Chorus. 
The day that Mr. Austin took Jane out of Boston Such a crowd you never saw, as gathered at the train, To see tills little maiden, so end and sorrow-laden. Soon to leave the city for her quiet home in Maine. Before the tram departed, almost broken-hearted. Nervously she gazed about and madly tossed her head; And then she hollered loud and plain, "I'd rather not go back to Maine." The parson answered, "But you must," then sobbingly she said:- Chorus.