Books Notated Music Innocent Mike. Words by G.W. Anderson. Air: Low backed car. Andrews, Printer, 38 Chatham Street, N. Y
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WORDS BY G. W. ANDERSON.
Air—Low Backed Car.
I am wandering Irishman, they call me Innocent Mike,
I came across the Atlantic on a very stormy night,
I came across the Atlantic commonly called the say,
To roam in this dear country called swate Americay.
I'll be two months here the day Im settled down all right,
Hould on and I'll tell you all about meself, poor Innocent Mike.
I didn't pay me passage, kase I was smuggled oer
The great and wide Atlantic, to friends upon this shore,
They put me in a barrel, and fastened it down tight,
So that's the way they smuggled me, meself poor Innocent Mike.
Och, wasn't it a shame to fasten me up so tight,
Sure enough when they knew I was inside, meself, poor ould Innocent Mike.
The barrel that they put me in bad two nails in the head,
And every toss the vessel gave, they'd stick me like a peg,
I tried to keep from hollering, sure enough I hard did strive,
I gave a grunt, whin the captain shouts The pigs—they are alive!
Thin the sailors wondered all to hear the barrel squall,
For the barrel to thim was a curious sight, for inside they had Innocent Mike.
The captain gave the barrel a toss down upon the deck,
Thin he run to get a saw, whin he swore he'd have the neck,
Whin I heard him say these words, I gave a grunt and moan,
The captain, frightened at the grunt, did lave the barrel alone.
Thin he bound the barril round, and chained it down quite tight,
Och, sure that's the way they trated me, meself poor ould innocent Mike.
The captain bought the barrel, which he thought was pork,
He didn't find his mistake out till he had got to York,
He lowered me down upon the dock, an'stud the barrel upright,
An'whin he tuk the staves apart, he found poor Innocent Mike.
Thin he grabbed me by the head, and the sailor held me tight,
But it's och how nate the captain was sucked on the meat called Innocent Mike.
Andrews, Printer, 38 Chatham St. N. Y.