#360 - Little Widow Dunn [Roller Organ Cobography]

Composer:

David Braham
(1838-1905), 1880
from the play The Mulligan Guard Chowder

Parsons Code: XUUUDDDUUUDDDUUUUUUDDDRDUUUDDD¹⁾

Lyrics:
There's a charming little widow,
Who keeps a candy store,
Where the little children buy their chewing gum.
She sells taffy for a penny;
Her name is on the door;
Oh, there's music in the face of Widow Dunn.
She is from the County Kerry;
Her husband was a Tip,
And in the English army beat a drum.
And at singing sweet Johanna,
Oh, can't she give it lip;
Such a voice has the little Widow Dunn.

chorus:
Aileen Alanna,
Starry Banner,
Slav'ry Days, boys,
Ev'ry one
She warbles easy, surely please ye;
Such a voice has the little Widow Dunn.
O sweet Killarney,
Dennis Kearney,
Come and Kiss me,
Yum, yum, yum, yum,
Oh, keep my Grave green sweet Evangeleen;
They are sung by the little Widow Dunn.

You should hear her at a party
Sing “Brannon on the Moor”,
Just as stately as the Duke of Wellington.
Oh, she rises up the the ceiling;
She shakes the parlor floor;
Oh, ev'ry body knows the Widow Dunn.
She's a pretty little body,
Just like a 'ristocrat,
With eyes a rolling over full of fun.
And she drinks a glass of lager
Like any Democrat;
It's a pleasure for to meet the Widow Dunn.

chorus:
The little Dudeen,
She's my Cruiskeen,
In the Ballet,
Mary run,
O little Buttercup, shut the shutter up;
They are sung by the little Widow Dunn.
Aileen Alanna,
Starry Banner,
Slav'ry Days, boys,
Ev'ry one
She warbles easy, surely please ye;
Such a voice has the little Widow Dunn.

Oh, she plays the concertina,
Self-taught without a book,
She lever told a lie, like Washington.
She would turn your head completely
With a sly, bewitching look;
Such a banshe is the little Widow Dunn.
She has a cure for measles,
The chickenrash and croup;
And any Sunday morning in the sun,
You could see the neighbor's baby,
A sitting on her stoop;
Such a fairy is the little Widow Dunn.

chorus:
O Baby Mine, O
Sparkling Wine, oh,
In the Garden,
Maudy come,
The Mulegan Guard, oh, our back yard, oh!
They are sung by the little Widow Dunn.
Aileen Alanna,
Starry Banner,
Slav'ry Days, boys,
Ev'ry one
She warbles easy, surely please ye;
Such a voice has the little Widow Dunn.

Oh, she reads the Ledger stories,
Wrote by Sylvanus Cobb;
The Daily News, the Herald and the Sun.
And to ev'ry passing stranger,
She gives her head a bob;
So familiar is the little Widow Dunn.
She's so very fond of children,
She sings them all to sleep;
She gives them lolly pos and sugar plum.
And at ev'ry neighbor's funeral,
She'd dress in black and weep;
Such a tender creature is the Widow Dunn.

chorus:
The Isle de Blackwell,
There's my Cove Nell,
George the charmer,
Ten Day Bum,
O Nancy Lee, she shouts for Liberty;
They are sung by the little Widow Dunn.
Aileen Alanna,
Starry Banner,
Slav'ry Days, boys,
Ev'ry one
She warbles easy, surely please ye;
Such a voice has the little Widow Dunn.

Edward Harrigan
(1844-1911), 1880