Historic Sheet Music Collection

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Score

Publication Date

1902

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In The Good Old Summer Time

Arranged by Theodore F. Morse

New York: Howley, Havaland, and Dresser (1902)

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Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

In the good old summer time,
In the good old summer time,
That’s when a Wilson high-ball
Is certainly divine;
With a bran-new suit and swell straw hat
I tell you a man feels fine.
But when it rains his name is mud
In the good old summer time.

[Chorus]

In the good old summer time,
In the good old summer time,
Strolling thor’ the shady lanes,
With your baby mine;
You hold her hand and she holds yours
And that’s a very good sign
That she’s your tootsey wootsey in
The good old summer time.

[Verse 2]

In the good old summer time,
In the good old summer time,
You go to the race-track
With a bet on something fine;
You bet on a horse that’s ten to one,
You play him with your last dime.
He generally comes in about quarter-past eight
In the good old summer time.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

In the good old summer time,
In the good old summer time,
When hubby he hears of the price of coal
He keeps swearing all the time;
But wife looks at him sweetly
With a smile that will not rhyme,
And says, “You can’t play pin-pong, John,
“In the good old summer time.”

[Verse 4]

In the good old summer time,
In the good old summer time,
The sun affects some people
In a manner not divine;
A man got sun struck yesterday,
And he was a brother of mine.
The son it weighed about nine pounds
Pretty good for the summer time.

[Verse 5]

In the good old summer time,
In the good old summer time,
You see young couples holding hands
In the bright moonshine.
They should give Central (Local) Park some other name;
Central (Local) Orchard would do very fine:
For there’s so many pairs found under the trees
In the good old summer time.

[Verse 6]

In the good old summer time,
In the good old summer time,
The way that my wife and I get along
Is certainty divine.
Not once have we ever quarreled in our house,
Or had a fight of any kind;
We went out in the yard where there was more room,
In the good old summer time.

[Verse 7]

In the good old summer time,
In the good old summer time,
The way they’ve raised the price of coal
I don’t like it at all, for mine;
A stop should be quickly put to them
Before the snow begins flyin’,
Or half of us will freeze to death
Before the next summer time.

[Verse 8]

In the good old summer time,
In the good old summer time,
When a woman goes out shopping,
She goes all the way down the line;
She tries to cross the busy streets,
And thinks she’s doing fine,
And a trolley car hits her an awful rap,
In the good old summer time.

[Verse 9]

In the good old summer time,
You see a dog bark and cry,
And with froth hanging from his mouth
Snap at you as you pass by.
If he breaks into a dry-good store,
Why, that’s a very good sign
That what he wants is muslin,
In the good old summer time.

[Verse 10]

In the good old summer time,
With my girl I’d sit in the hall.
And she would always claim a kiss,
Whenever a star would fall.
For a while I did enjoy myself
And though it all very fine
Till she began ringing in lightning bugs,
In the good old summer time.

[Verse 11]

In the good old summer time,
Since I’ve grown to be a man,
I go down to the seashore for a swim,
And for to work up a tan;
When a boy I’d run way from home to swim
And think it just divine;
And mother would see that I’d get well tanned,
In the good old summer time.

[Verse 12]

In the good old summer time,
In the good old summer time,
With George I would go riding,
And we’d have a jolly time.
Now, George he only had one arm,
And that’s a very good sign
That I had to do all the driving
In the good old summer time.

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