====== #412 - Not for Joseph ======
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  *Composer:
    *++Arthur Lloyd|{{search>"Arthur Lloyd" @cobs}}++ (1839-1904), 1868
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  *[[:incipit]]: 551722572233343326262176
  *[[:incipit|Condensed Incipit]]: 517257234326262176
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  *++Lyrics:|\\
Joseph Baxter is my name,\\
My friends all call me Joe;\\
I'm up you know to ev'ry game,\\
And ev'ry thing I know;\\
Ah, I once was green as green could be,\\
I suffer'd for it though,\\
Now, if they try it on with me,\\
I tell them "Not For Joe".\\
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"Not For Joe," "Not For Joe."\\
If he knows it, "Not For Joseph,"\\
No, No, No, "Not For Joe."\\
Not for "Joseph, oh, dear no.\\
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I used to throw my cash around,\\
In a reckless sort of way;\\
I'm careful now what I'm about,\\
And cautious how I pay;\\
Now the other night I spied a pal,\\
With me to have a drain,--\\
"Thanks, Joe," said he, "Let's see, old pal,"\\
"I guess I'll have Champaign."\\
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Will ya, said I, oh then--\\
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There's a fellow called jack Barrister,\\
He's a sort of chap is Jack,\\
Who is always money borrowing,\\
And never pays ye  back;\\
Now last Thursday night he came to me,\\
Said he'd just returned to town,\\
And was rather short of cash,--\\
Could I lend him half a crown?\\
//spoken: //\\
Well, said I, if I thought I should get back again,\\
I would, with pleasure; But excuse me if I say--\\
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A friend of mine, down in Pall Mall,\\
The other night said, "Joe,"\\
I'll introduce you to a gal\\
You really ought to know;\\
She's a wido you should try and win,\\
'Twould a good match be for you--\\
She's pretty, and got lots of tin,\\
And only forty-two.\\
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Pretty forty-two, old enough to be my grandmother--\\
and you know a fella can't marry his grandmother--\\
lots of tin, though, and pretty, forty-two! No,\\
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I think you've had enough of Joe,\\
And go I really must;\\
I thank you for your kindness though,\\
And only hope and trust,\\
That the favor you have shown so long,\\
I always may retain;\\
Perhaps now, if you like my song,\\
You'll wish I sing again. But,\\
\\
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    *++Arthur Lloyd|{{search>"Arthur Lloyd" @cobs}}++ (1839-1904), 1868