Milwaukee School of Engineering - EMF Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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fp5 5Uf I' w: 'TME 1920. THE SONG MEDLEY FOR ALL GOOD LOVERS OF SONG AND MUSIC Do-Re-Me-Fa-So-La-Ti-Do-Do-Ti-La-So-Fa-Mc-Rc-Do. I’ve got the blii-u-u-u-ues. I’ve got the amputating blues, no more Upidee-idee-ida, upi- dee-upida (repeat), R-r-r-r-r-r-r-yah, yah, yah? There’s a land where we won’t shovel snow, there’s a land where the watermelons grow. Where? Way down yonder in the corn fields. In the evening by the moonlight, I was singing. ‘Down by the old mill stream, Where I saw,’ the Miller’s big dog lay on the barn floor and Bingo was his name, B-i-n-g-o, (Repeat twice) and Bingo was his name. B-i-n-g-o du lieber Augustine, Augustine, Augus- tine, Ach du lieber Augustine. Alles ist bin. Forsaken, Forsaken, Forsaken as 1, Until we meet again. M v baby, when you hear the bells go ding-o-ling, we’ll all join hands and sweetly we will sing: Hcil dir im Siegcskranz Kartoffel und Heringschwanz, of thee I sing. Elsie from Chelsic, there is nobody else but oh? Who will wear my cast-off boots, cast-off boots, cast-off boots, (Repeat twice) when I am far away? Alice Boran, Johnny Moran. Mary Macan, Yucatan, Kalamazoo. Michigan, tin can, bad man, old man. How you going to keep ’em down on the farm after they’ve seen Billy Mc- Gee, and do you believe my Phillis dear, old Mike with all his wealth, can make you half so happy as I with youth and health. But on the sea we’ve other heroes too, On the sea our good old boys in blue, sim-sale-dim-sale-du- salc-Du, du, liegst mir im Herzen, du, du, liegst Drunten im Unterland, da ist’s halt fein. My baby had a whopping cough, sings pollywaddle, doodle all day, she sneezed her head and feet right off, sings pollywaddle, doodle all day. Farewell, farewell, farewell my fairy fay. I am off for Louisiana, singing pollywaddle, doodle all day. There’s a bull dog in the yard, and a tom-cat on the roof (repeat twice). Says the bull dog to the tom-cat; Doris, Doris, oh! how I love you, sec me at your feet, Doris Doris, zu lauterbach hab ich mein Strumpf vcrlorcn, Oh where, oh where can it be? Down in the corn- field, hear that mournful sound, All the darkies am a weeping, Massa’s in the cold, cold ground. I am forever blowing bubbles pretty bubbles—Over there, over there, over where, sent a word, oh! that my fame has spread over the ocean and the folks come a flocking to see, and they cried out without hesita- tion: You’re a fighting man Billy McGee! I’ve licked all the Finnigan fac- tions and I knocked all the Majors afloat, if You’re in for a row or a reaction, just tread on the tail of me —coat, mush, mush, Z-Z-Z-, Tri-e-e-la-dee, a la- dee, a la-dee. If you’re in for a row or a reaction, just tread on the Trail of the Lonesome Pine. Oh say can you sec, by the dawn’s early in the morning and so at noon a pretty little girlie comes and feeds me with the spoon. Does she, I say she do? It surely is great: When you wake up in the morning where the Morning-glories grow, And the sun is shining through the window JAM Page One Hundred Twelve

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 11920 E. SI r so low, oh? We’d all want to get up. all want to get up this morning. Come say an revoir but not goodbye, for parting brings a hot time in the old town to-night. Oh what a Pal is Mary, oh what a Pal is she, like sweet bunch of daisies, brought from the dell. Kiss me my darling, daisies won’t tell. Give me your promise, oh? sweetheart do, darling I love you. will you be true? Just tell her that you saw me and she said: Up on the hill top is a green house, the lady at the door a tattle-tale was, and a name she had which spells but Gret. much like her nose formed like a trumpet. Oh. my darling, oh. my darling. 1 don't like you any more (repeat). Every evening down to her home we go, all the boys and all the girls they love her so. Oh what jolly boys arc we: we dance, we sing, and the old college bells do ring, Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh (repeat). Iiark! I hear a voice from the mountain top, tip-top. Its only a message from far o’er the sea. My bonnie lies over the ocean, my bonnie lies over the sea, my bonnie lies over the ocean, 0I1 bring back my bon- nie to me, to me; bring back, oh bring back, oh bring back my bonnie to me. There’s a long, long trail a winding until the graduates we may be. but Hurray, Hurray, for term FIVE B. they’ll be there just you see. John Brown’s body lies a mouldering—while the S. O. E. marches on, and say, ‘Good Morning Mr. Zip, Zip, Zip, with your hair cut just as short as all! There were three crows sat on a tree, sim-sale-dim-sale-du. They were as black as crows could be, sim-sale-dim-sale-da-sale-du; they flapped their wings and cried: Sim-sale-dim-salc-da-sale-du, who are we? Urah-Urah-Urah Ree. S. O. E. of Milwaukee, etc. A LIMERICK ENTITLED O. G. There was once a wise Prof, named Bovee. Who taught school in Milwaukee, He invented a clock To buzz on the dot, So we’d all be there you see. The clock was most successful. It buzzed with sounds delightful, But it wasn’t right. Except at night, Which for the scholars, was delightful. II = J. Page One IIundred Thirteen