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No. 13 - Song - Jessie - "My Word"

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Jessie: Now when you Yankees chat
And speak the English of our land,
You talk in language that we English chaps cawn't understand.
I met a New York swell and awsked "'Ow do you do, tonight?"
"You see me pretty well," said 'e, "In fact, I'm out of sight."
My word! Isn't that absurd?
If I talked that way I should 'ate to be 'im.
My word! That's the worst I evah 'eard!
If 'e were "Out of sight" 'ow could I see 'im?
Now I suppose if 'e felt not quite right,
Hinstead of feelin' "out" 'e'd feel "in" sight.
Oh, that's the most absurd I evah evah 'eard,
My word! My word!
   
  I went to take a train one day from Troy to Buffalo.
The ticket told quite plain the town to which I wished to go.
I waited 'alf a day to hear what sounded like the same,
But all that man could say was like a Russian gen'ral's name.
My word! Isn't that absurd?
I think the man must count upon your knowin'.
My word! That's the worst I evah 'eard!
Why 'ow can people tell where they are goin'?
Suppose a grand Chicago trip I'd take,
And find I am in Frisco when I wake.
Oh, that's the most absurd I evah evah 'eard,
My word! My word!
   
  To get a bite to eat I wandered down the thoroughfare.
The place I chose was neat, but not what you call pomme de terre.
I ordered eggs and ham, some butter cakes and coffee black.
The waiter said "Yes, mam" and called out to the cook in back.
My word! Isn't that absurd?
Just think of eating such a combination!
My word! That's the worst I evah 'eard!
I kissed myself goodbye, with resignation.
But fancy my relief when once I see
The very things I ordered brought to me!
Oh, that's the most absurd I evah evah 'eard,
My word! My word!

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