#412 - Not for Joseph
- Composer:
- Arthur Lloyd
- Incipit: 551722572233343326262176
- Condensed Incipit: 517257234326262176
- 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”.
chorus:
“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.
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.”
spoken:
Will ya, said I, oh then—
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—
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.
spoken:
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,
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,
- Arthur Lloyd
