#2080 - 1. Mrs. Flarity, What do You Mean by That? / 2. Do, Do, My Huckleberry
- Composer:
- 1) Conroy and Fox, 1892
- Also known as:
- 1) O, Mrs. O'Flarity, What Did You Mean By That?
- 1) Oh, Mrs. O'Flarity, What'd You Mean Be That?
- 1) Oh, Mrs. O'Flaherty, What Did You Mean By That?
- 1) Lyrics:
A week ago last Sunday night
A Casey he had wed,
They spoiled in every fun was there,
They had an awful head.
Far back that night he'd fed himself
With whiskey, beer and wine;
But the first I knew that married dan
His bride was like a line.
Oh Saturday 'is big fat wife came in
And sat there round the chair
Giving just before he need
Had placed his wee hat there.
Casey, when he saw his hat,
Near fainted dead away.
He shook his fist up to her face,
And this to her did say:
chorus:
Oh, Mrs. O'Flarity
What'd you mean be that?
Look, Mrs. O'Flarity
You sat down upon me hat.
Better the hat me father wore;
What'd you mean to do?
It's lucky for you that you ain't a man
Or I'd wipe the floor with you.
They sent the hat out, go get fixed—
It came back good as new.
Oh, Ryan came up to Casey, said
“I'll take you, what I'll do:
Oh, Dolan's hat looks just like yours—
We'll put it on the chair,
And get O'Flarity's wife to go
And sit down on it there.”
As Casey turned around they swiped
His hat from off the bed,
Took Dolan's hat from off the chair—
Put Casey's there instead.
When Casey saw a sitter, this
With joy he nearly fell.
But when he found the hat was his,
You ought to hear him yell:
- Conroy and Fox, 1892
- 2) Lyrics:
A father to his only son said, “Boy, take my advice,
Just follow papa's footsteps and you'll always have the price.
You've got to be real fly, my lad, to gain prosperity;
So do your heighbor and your friend, it's business, child,” said he:
chorus:
Yes, do, do, my huckleberry, do be careful what you do, do.
Just try to be a Mascot, not a Jonah or a hoodoo,
You do, do, do, my huckleberry, do, they'd do you if they could,
So when you do your neighbors, don't forget to do them good.
Ah, love is such a simple thing, some think it quite absurd,
But I've been loved by many girls, if I would take their word,
It's more a study than a gift, especially with our race;
They tell you that they love you, but of course it is a case
chorus:
Of, do, do, my huckleberry, do, the girls are far from true, do
They call you sweet and tender names, their object is to hoodoo,
You do, do, do, my huckleberry, do, say nothing but saw wood,
And when you do your people, don't forget to do them good.
A friend of mine he loaned me ten to pay my railroad fare,
Of course I took his home address, and said I'd send it there,
Today there came a message, saying five of it would do;
And thinking he was crazy, why this answer back it flew:
chorus:
Oh! do, do, my huckleberry, do you say that five would do do?
I know you are a friend of mine, now tell me wouldn't two do,
You do, do, do, my huckleberry, do, I'd do you if I could,
For when I do my best friend, you can bet I do him good.
For three long months he worked real hard, but didn't get his pay,
The boss would jolly him along on every salary day.
At last he got quite angry, and said Boss to-day I'm through
Unless you pay me every cent, of salary that is due.
chorus:
Oh! do, do, my huckleberry, do, your salary it is due do,
My boy you see it's just like this, I haven't got a sou do
You do, do, do, my huckleberry, do, let this be understood,
You have no cause to kick my by for I have done you good.
Last Sunday night he licked his wife, next day he was in court,
The neighbors all assembled there just for to have some sport.
The Judge he said “Come foreward sir, I'm here to tend to you,”
Pat says, “Now make it easy Judge, my name is Mc A Doo.”
chorus:
A do, do, my huckleberry, do, the Judge says Mc A Doo, do
Just take six months in jail with bread and water for your food do
You do, do, do, my huckleberry, do, I've done the best I could,
For when I do a Mc A doo, I always do them good.
Sam Johnson to a hen-roost went, just for to get some tips,
He saw a nice spring chicken and began to smack his lips.
Sam was a good magician, he done many tricks with birds,
The chicken it went up his sleeve, when he sang out these words:
chorus:
Do, do, my chickadoodle, do, presto change your do do
The chicken now you see is gone, you'll find it in a stew do
You do, do, do, my chickadoodle, do, I'll roast you o'er some wood,
And when I see you are well done this coon will do you good.
- Harry Dillon, 1893
