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Charles Dillingham presents
Fred Stone in a new musical comedy Jack O'Lantern
by Anne Cardwell and R. H. Burnside
Music by Ivan Caryll Words by Anne Caldwell

Wait Till the Cows Come Home
A Sweetheart of My Own
Knit, Knit, Knit
Follow the Girls Around
Along Came Another Little Girl
Girls I've Met
Come and Have a Swing with Me
Jack O'Lantern One Step
Jack O'Lantern Fox-Tro
Piano Selections

Chappell & Company, Ltd 41 East 34th Street, New York
347 Young St., Toronto London Melbourne

The Lyrics are published by arrangement with T. B. Harms & Francis, Day & Hunter, New York

All rights Reserved under the International Copyright Act. Public performance of any part of the work strictly prohibited. Application for the right of performance must be made to Mr. Charles Dillingham, Globe Theatre, New York. The adaptation of the composition to any form of mechanical instrument either for private or public performance is strictly prohibited.

Copyright MCMXVII by Chappel & Co. Ltd.

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Way down on the dear old farm
City chap who's ever wise and wary
Finds new danger in the charm.
Luring him to linger near the dairy
Pretty little milk maid
Finer far than silk maid
Wins him with a smile demure and shy.
O'er the flowry lea, dear
Will you woam with me, dear?
Then the little maiden makes reply.

Won't you wait till the cows come home
Won't you wait till the cows come home?
Dear old Brindle, Belle and Boss
Soon the meadow the will cross
Down the lane at the close of day
Once again they will wned their way.
Hear them in the dell
Dingle dongle bell
Won't you wait, wait, wait
By the old red gate
Won't you wait till the cows come home?

Shadows creeping o'er the hill
Golden sun a setting in the farlight
Finds him by the diary still.
Longing to canoodle in the starlight
Tho' she whispers "Go, sir!"
He will hold her closer

Saying "Dearie, won't you name the day?"
If you hold her hand, sir
She will never answer
She can only blush and softly say.




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