Heimilisritið - 01.12.1949, Blaðsíða 52

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PENNY SERENADE
Once I strayed
’Neath the window of a lonely senorita
And she smiled
While I softly played my penny serenade
Si, si, si
You can hear it for a penny
Si, si, si
Just a penny serenade
In her eyes
Shone the tender dawn of love and sweet
surrender
As for me
In my heart I played a lovers’ serenade
Si, si, si
Hear my love song for a penny
Si, si, si
Just a penny serenade . ^
For that night so divine she was minev
Tho’ no word had been spoken
IVhen I woke from my dream she was gone
And my poor heart was broken
Still I pray
That where ever she may be she will
remember
In her heart
She will always hear my penny serenade.
ONE SUNDAY AFTERNOON
The world was on its merry way,
One Sunday afternoon;
To celebrate its holiday,
One Sunday afternoon.
Th&.ladies wore a pompadour,
Their skirts would sweep the street;
They thought a handle-bar moustache was
sweet,
Their hats were brimmed and gaily trim-
med;
Like flower gardens grow,
The world was really putting on a show.
And gentlemen were gentle when they took
you out to spoon,
And that was not svo long ago;
One Sunday afternoon.
BUTTONS AND BOWS
East is east and west is west and the wrong
one I have chose.
Let’s go where I’ll keep on wearin’ those
frills and flowers and buttons
and bows;
Rings and things and buttons and bows.
Don’t bury me in this prairie;
Take me where the cement grows.
Let’s move down to some big town;
Where they love a gal by the cut o’ her
clothes.
And ITl stand out in buttons and bows.
You’ll love me in buckskin og skirts that
I’ve homespun.
But you’ll love me longer, stronger where
my friends don’t tote a gun;
My bones denounce the buckboard bounce,
And the cactus hurts my toes;
Let’s vamoose where gals keep usin’ those
silks and satins and linen
that hows.
And I’m all yours in buttons and bows.
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nUMILISRITHt