Coll. by Sung by Mr. Henry Weare
M.C. Parler DeValls Bluff, Ark.
Nov. 14, 1953
Reel 175
Item 5
I Had But Fifty Cents
You ought to see that pretty little girl
I took to the fancy ball,
You could span her around her little waist,
So neat and very small,
I thought two Oyster Shore (?),
Would give her quite a bait,
She said she wasn't hungry,
But this is what she ate;
A dozen raw, a dish of slaw,
A fancy Boston roast,
A big box stew, some crackers too,
And soft shelled crab on toast,
Next she tried was oysters fried,
Her appetite was immense,
When she called for pie, I thought I'd die,
For I had but fifty cents.
After eating all of this,
She smiled so very sweet,
She said she wasn't hungry
And she wished that she could eat,
The very next order that she gave,
My heart within me sank,
She said she wasn't thirsty,
But this is what she drank;
Brandy and gum, a big hot rum,
A schooner of lager beer.
Some whisky skins,a couple of gins,
Did quickly disappear,
A bottle of ale,
A soda pop tale, (?)
Astonished all the gents,
When she called for more, I fell on the floor,
For I had but fifty cents.
Reel 175, Item 5, cont'd
Mr. Henry Weare singing
I Had But Fifty Cents
To finish up this delicate mate, maid? bait?
Cleaned out an ice cream can,
Said Sam I'll tell my mama,
You are such a nice young man,
I'll bring my sister along with me,
Next time we're out for fun,
I handed the man my fifty cents,
And this is what he done;
He broke my nose, he tore my clothes,
He beat me out of breath,
I got for the prize, two black eyes,
And got beat most to death,
And every chance he makes me dance,
He fired me over the fence,
Take my advice, don't try it twice,
When you've got but fifty cents.