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When McManus came over, he soon was in clover,
his friends had him put on the force,
In a year he grew wealthy, likewise stout and healthy,
and then he resignd it, of course,
Bought out a saloon, and he soon well was doing
for fortune smil'd sweetly on Mac.
'Till some sort of a sport, a friend as he thought,
induced him to go to the track.
And he's been going down ever since, he loses much more than he wins,
He's nearly dead broke, his things are in soak,
he swears that they're blackguards and skins,
But he goes ev'ry day, does poor Mac, he's trying to get it all back,
His watch is up the spout, and his place is sold out,
Since McManus goes down to the track.
Ev'ry "tout" knows McManus from here to Gowanus,
and give him good things ev'ry day,
But somehow its funny, when he puts up his money
its sure with the "bookies" to stay,
They told him to play "little Minch" for a "sinch"
but she sulk'd and she finishd way back
Ev'ry horse that he bets on, gets left at the post,
since McManus goes down to the track.
But he keeps going down just the same, he knows its a dead loosing game,
His pants hang in fringes, playing cast iron cinches
he's lost ev'ry thing but his name,
When he flush, he goes down in a hack, but he usually walks coming back,
He can't get a square deal, or enjoy a square meal,
Since McManus goes down to the track.
He has tried ev'ry system, play'd on his own wisdom,
and sporting men's tips by the score,
Then he follow'd a jockey whose record was rocky,
and he went in the soup more and more,
Then to pull out, he thought, he'd play newspaper tips,
and he figured them for a week back,
They averaged five winners, but had none the day,
that McManus went down to the track.
But he keeps going down, does his jags, he dreams of the Guttenberg nags,
In rain hail or snow, he's certain to go,
he'll never quite till he wears rags,
Like ev'ry true sport white or black, he swears off, then takes it all back,
When he puts down a bet, his horse it drops dead,
When McManus goes down to the track.
When he plays them to win, they are beaten by a head,
When he plays them one, two, they come in third instead,
When he plays them one, two, three, they finish way back,
Since McManus went down to the track.
Object Description
Title | Since McManus goes down to the trackIrish comic song |
First line of verse | When McManus came over, he soon was in clover. |
First line of chorus | And he's been going down ever since. |
Statement of Responsibility | words by Ed. Marks ; music by Will H. Fox. |
Composer | Fox, Will H. |
Lyricist | Marks, Edward B. |
Publisher | New York : Harding's Music Stores |
Date | 1892 |
Physical Description | 1 score (5 p.) 34 cm. |
Instrumentation | voice and piano |
Note | Caption title. |
Cover Art Description | white; black lettering. |
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 |
When McManus came over, he soon was in clover, his friends had him put on the force, In a year he grew wealthy, likewise stout and healthy, and then he resignd it, of course, Bought out a saloon, and he soon well was doing for fortune smil'd sweetly on Mac. 'Till some sort of a sport, a friend as he thought, induced him to go to the track. And he's been going down ever since, he loses much more than he wins, He's nearly dead broke, his things are in soak, he swears that they're blackguards and skins, But he goes ev'ry day, does poor Mac, he's trying to get it all back, His watch is up the spout, and his place is sold out, Since McManus goes down to the track. Ev'ry "tout" knows McManus from here to Gowanus, and give him good things ev'ry day, But somehow its funny, when he puts up his money its sure with the "bookies" to stay, They told him to play "little Minch" for a "sinch" but she sulk'd and she finishd way back Ev'ry horse that he bets on, gets left at the post, since McManus goes down to the track. But he keeps going down just the same, he knows its a dead loosing game, His pants hang in fringes, playing cast iron cinches he's lost ev'ry thing but his name, When he flush, he goes down in a hack, but he usually walks coming back, He can't get a square deal, or enjoy a square meal, Since McManus goes down to the track. He has tried ev'ry system, play'd on his own wisdom, and sporting men's tips by the score, Then he follow'd a jockey whose record was rocky, and he went in the soup more and more, Then to pull out, he thought, he'd play newspaper tips, and he figured them for a week back, They averaged five winners, but had none the day, that McManus went down to the track. But he keeps going down, does his jags, he dreams of the Guttenberg nags, In rain hail or snow, he's certain to go, he'll never quite till he wears rags, Like ev'ry true sport white or black, he swears off, then takes it all back, When he puts down a bet, his horse it drops dead, When McManus goes down to the track. When he plays them to win, they are beaten by a head, When he plays them one, two, they come in third instead, When he plays them one, two, three, they finish way back, Since McManus went down to the track. |
OCLC | 44682804 |
Call Number | Spencer H9256 .63 |
Rights | http://www.baylor.edu/lib/digitization/digitalrights |
Metadata set | 2006 |
Resource Type | Text |
Format | TIFF |
Language | English |
Identifier | H9256_63 |
Custodian | Baylor University - Crouch Fine Arts Library |
Description
Title | pg. 1 |
Digital Collection | Frances G. Spencer Collection of American Popular Sheet Music |
Lyrics |
When McManus came over, he soon was in clover, his friends had him put on the force, In a year he grew wealthy, likewise stout and healthy, and then he resignd it, of course, Bought out a saloon, and he soon well was doing for fortune smil'd sweetly on Mac. 'Till some sort of a sport, a friend as he thought, induced him to go to the track. And he's been going down ever since, he loses much more than he wins, He's nearly dead broke, his things are in soak, he swears that they're blackguards and skins, But he goes ev'ry day, does poor Mac, he's trying to get it all back, His watch is up the spout, and his place is sold out, Since McManus goes down to the track. Ev'ry "tout" knows McManus from here to Gowanus, and give him good things ev'ry day, But somehow its funny, when he puts up his money its sure with the "bookies" to stay, They told him to play "little Minch" for a "sinch" but she sulk'd and she finishd way back Ev'ry horse that he bets on, gets left at the post, since McManus goes down to the track. But he keeps going down just the same, he knows its a dead loosing game, His pants hang in fringes, playing cast iron cinches he's lost ev'ry thing but his name, When he flush, he goes down in a hack, but he usually walks coming back, He can't get a square deal, or enjoy a square meal, Since McManus goes down to the track. He has tried ev'ry system, play'd on his own wisdom, and sporting men's tips by the score, Then he follow'd a jockey whose record was rocky, and he went in the soup more and more, Then to pull out, he thought, he'd play newspaper tips, and he figured them for a week back, They averaged five winners, but had none the day, that McManus went down to the track. But he keeps going down, does his jags, he dreams of the Guttenberg nags, In rain hail or snow, he's certain to go, he'll never quite till he wears rags, Like ev'ry true sport white or black, he swears off, then takes it all back, When he puts down a bet, his horse it drops dead, When McManus goes down to the track. When he plays them to win, they are beaten by a head, When he plays them one, two, they come in third instead, When he plays them one, two, three, they finish way back, Since McManus went down to the track. |
Rights | http://www.baylor.edu/lib/digitization/digitalrights |
Resource Type | Text |
Format | TIFF |
Identifier | H9256_63_01 |
Custodian | Baylor University - Crouch Fine Arts Library |