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VP_001312 Verse 1In ev'ry song we hear, there is a mother dear, No word of praise is ever sung for dad; When Saturday comes round, his welcome can be found, For that's the time the old man feels so glad 'Twas father's great de light, to come home on pay night, And walk up to my mother dear and say, "There's my money Mary dear, I'm goin' out to get a beer" To the dutchman's on the corner then he'd stray: Chorus 1My father was a grand old man, His last name was Murphy and his first was Dan, Daniel Murphy was my father's name, The day that I was christened I was called the same; That night the neighbors heard my father say, "There's a boy who will never have to shovel clay, He'll be a politician or a policeman," Father was a grand old man. Verse 2The good things dad would do, they'd fill a book or two, While mother washed the dishes after "tay," He'd take me on his knee, sing lullabys to me, Until asleep there in his arms I lay He'd place me in my bed, so mother often said, And smile on me as if I were a king, Just a diamond in the rough, Father was the real old stuff, Can you blame me when I stand up here and sing?
Dedicated to Edward A. Murphy
1 score (6 p.) : ill. ; 31 cm.
Jos. W. Stern & Co
Henry, Stephen R; Cahill, Wm; and Etheiniston, "Father Was A Grand Old Man" (1909). Vocal Popular Sheet Music Collection. Score 428.