Isabella with the Gingham Umbrella
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ISABELLA,
WITH THE GINGHAM UMBRELLA.
Or the Barber's daughter of Weehawken, as sung by Tony Pastor.
On a Monday afternoon, in the latter part of June,
I got on board the ferry-boat for Wee-haw-ken;
As my eyes I chanced to raise, a lady met my gaze,
She was crowded in the cabin, 'mongst a lot of men;
In her hands she had a bouquet, and she wore a jockey-hat,
And she gave me such a look--oh! how my heart went pit-a-pat!
Chorus : She'd a gingham umbrella, Her name was Isabella,
And her father kept a barber's shop at Wee-haw-ken.
I rushed to her side, and I proffered my assistance.
Oh! the smile she gave me, as I offered her a seat!
I sat down beside her, and, as she made no resistance,
We talked of the weather, the rain, and the heat;
I asked her of her parents, I asked her her trade:
She was BOSSIN' in a bonnet-shop and sold them ready made.
Then she raised her umbrella,
Said : My name is Isabella,
And my father keeps a barber's shop at Wee-haw-ken.
Before we parted, she had all my affection;
I inquired : Should I see her at some future day?
She simpered and smiled, and said : She'd no objection.
As light as a fairy, she tripped it away.
So we were engaged in a regular way;
My time passed as happy as the flowers in May,
When I thought of Isabella,
And her gingham umbrella,
And her father's little barber's shop at Wee-haw-ken.
When you hear the sequel, you'll say it has no equal
In all the annals of woman's deceit;
I went, one night, for to meet my Isabella,
But no Isabella was there to meet;
I searched far and wide, till I happened to drop
In a larger-bier garden, where they had a sort of "hop."
Oh! there was Isabella,
With a ginger-whiskered fellow,
Doing "double shuffles" up at Wee-haw-ken.
I staggered with surprise, then exclaimed : Isabella!
Do I look like a fool? Do you take me for a flat?
She coolly replied : Well, I rayther think I do;
And if you don't like it take it out of that.
I rushed at my rival, satisfaction to get,
But found that my troubles had not ended yet;
For, up jumped Isabella,
With her gingham umbrella,
And let me have it on the nose at Wee-haw-ken,
I rushed from her presence, resolved upon slaughter;
Thinks I : Now in the Hudson repose I will find.
Then, fully bent on Susancide, I ran down to the water,
But my opinions altered, and I changed my mind;
For, folly must be paid for, and wisdom bought--
There are fishes in the sea that have been caught.
So, a fig for, Isabella,
And her gingham umbrella,
And her father's little barber-shop at Wee-haw-ken.
H. DE MARSAN, Publisher, of Songs, ballads, toy books, &c. No. 54 Chatham Street, N. Y.
Thanks to Bernie Zempolich for this find.