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A poker party the Coogans had,
But none of them knew how to play,
So some got broke while others got mad,
And some got awfully gay,
For down the throat of each thirsty man,
The Coogans' ale was going,
While rushing the growler and pushing the can,
A dozen fine jags were growing,
A dozen fine jags were growing.
The first deal, Riley said he'd stand pat,
"You're talking of me" said Pat Flynn,
"If you guy me name I'll lay you out flat,
Sure, don't insult me agin."
Said Riley "I'll stand pat, I will for spite,
A poker game we're playing."
Then Coogan spoke up in a manner polite,
"Wid talk you're my game delaying,
My poker game delaying."
Two pairs of ones Tim Rooney had,
Four twos he saw in Mike's hand,
"I'm not in this I'm frighten'd bedad!
To stay I haven't the sand,
For four fine twos are twice as much
As four small ones I'm thinking,
So I will stay out and this hand I'll not touch,
But Coogan's mixed ale be drinking,
Yes, Coogan's mixed ale be drinking."
The drinks that Coogan gave us that night,
Were "Jersey Lightning" brand,
The mixed drinks got us Micks mixed in a fight,
Then Coogan's wife took a hand.
With kitchen poker she fired us all,
Sure none had nerve to be staying,
We heard a weak voice as we skipped thro' the hall,
It sounded like Coogan saying,
Yes sure it was Coogan saying,
Chorus
"Boys, be wid me" said Coogan,
"Now fill up your mugs and drink hearty,"
We had stories and sights, and illegant fights,
At Coogan's poker party.
Object Description
Title | Coogan's poker party |
First line of verse | A poker party the Coogans had. |
First line of chorus | Boys, be wid me said Coogan. |
Statement of Responsibility | words and music by Victor Gay |
Composer | Gay, Victor. |
Publisher | New York : T.B. Harms & Co. c1893. |
Date | 1893 |
Physical Description | 1 score (5 p.) 35 cm. |
Instrumentation | voice and piano |
Note | Title from cover. |
Cover Art Description | white/black; illustration 5 cards; quotation from the chorus. |
Subject - Library of Congress | Popular music -- United States -- To 1901 -- Scores |
Spencer Subject | Ethnic - Irish; Gay nineties |
Digital Collection | Frances G. Spencer Collection of American Popular Sheet Music |
Lyrics |
A poker party the Coogans had, But none of them knew how to play, So some got broke while others got mad, And some got awfully gay, For down the throat of each thirsty man, The Coogans' ale was going, While rushing the growler and pushing the can, A dozen fine jags were growing, A dozen fine jags were growing. The first deal, Riley said he'd stand pat, "You're talking of me" said Pat Flynn, "If you guy me name I'll lay you out flat, Sure, don't insult me agin." Said Riley "I'll stand pat, I will for spite, A poker game we're playing." Then Coogan spoke up in a manner polite, "Wid talk you're my game delaying, My poker game delaying." Two pairs of ones Tim Rooney had, Four twos he saw in Mike's hand, "I'm not in this I'm frighten'd bedad! To stay I haven't the sand, For four fine twos are twice as much As four small ones I'm thinking, So I will stay out and this hand I'll not touch, But Coogan's mixed ale be drinking, Yes, Coogan's mixed ale be drinking." The drinks that Coogan gave us that night, Were "Jersey Lightning" brand, The mixed drinks got us Micks mixed in a fight, Then Coogan's wife took a hand. With kitchen poker she fired us all, Sure none had nerve to be staying, We heard a weak voice as we skipped thro' the hall, It sounded like Coogan saying, Yes sure it was Coogan saying, Chorus "Boys, be wid me" said Coogan, "Now fill up your mugs and drink hearty" We had stories and sights, and illegant fights, At Coogan's poker party. |
OCLC | 44707153 |
Call No. | Spencer S7645 .170 |
Rights | http://www.baylor.edu/lib/digitization/digitalrights |
Metadata set | 2006 |
Resource Type | Text |
Format | TIFF |
Language | English |
Identifier | S7645_170 |
Custodian | Baylor University - Crouch Fine Arts Library |
Description
Title | pg. 1 |
Digital Collection | Frances G. Spencer Collection of American Popular Sheet Music |
Lyrics |
A poker party the Coogans had, But none of them knew how to play, So some got broke while others got mad, And some got awfully gay, For down the throat of each thirsty man, The Coogans' ale was going, While rushing the growler and pushing the can, A dozen fine jags were growing, A dozen fine jags were growing. The first deal, Riley said he'd stand pat, "You're talking of me" said Pat Flynn, "If you guy me name I'll lay you out flat, Sure, don't insult me agin." Said Riley "I'll stand pat, I will for spite, A poker game we're playing." Then Coogan spoke up in a manner polite, "Wid talk you're my game delaying, My poker game delaying." Two pairs of ones Tim Rooney had, Four twos he saw in Mike's hand, "I'm not in this I'm frighten'd bedad! To stay I haven't the sand, For four fine twos are twice as much As four small ones I'm thinking, So I will stay out and this hand I'll not touch, But Coogan's mixed ale be drinking, Yes, Coogan's mixed ale be drinking." The drinks that Coogan gave us that night, Were "Jersey Lightning" brand, The mixed drinks got us Micks mixed in a fight, Then Coogan's wife took a hand. With kitchen poker she fired us all, Sure none had nerve to be staying, We heard a weak voice as we skipped thro' the hall, It sounded like Coogan saying, Yes sure it was Coogan saying, Chorus "Boys, be wid me" said Coogan, "Now fill up your mugs and drink hearty" We had stories and sights, and illegant fights, At Coogan's poker party. |
Rights | http://www.baylor.edu/lib/digitization/digitalrights |
Resource Type | Text |
Format | TIFF |
Identifier | S7645_170_01 |
Custodian | Baylor University - Crouch Fine Arts Library |