St. Paul daily globe., 1892-08-07
TIE BAY QUEEN.

dedicated to the GLOBE lock" in the Press
Club handicap]
You must wake and call me early, call me
early, mama dear,
Tomorrow II be the rummiest time of all this
fateful year,
Of all this gay leap year, mama, the reddest,
crims0neSt day,
For I'm going to ride the bay, mama, I'm 60
ing to ride the bay.
I eat so much at night, mama, that shall
never wake,
If you do not shout, THEY'RE off, mama,
when the day begins TO break.
Oh go and gather weeds and beets and other
garlands gay.
To deck ont my little bay, mama, deck out
my little bay.
As came up the street, mama, whom think
But ''Dock' and witt and Nuzum and
Franklin ". Lee?
They sized me up from head to foot, as much
as if to say.
Hes going to ride the bav." mama, '.he's
going to ride the bay"
They thought was ''bute," mama and 1
reckon they were right,
For in the stretch I'll leave that crowd COM
pletely out of sight.
They call me a common stiff" mama, but [
care not what they gay.
SO long as ride the bay, mama, so long as
ride the bay.
1 hear the ladies' bless the dears, are badly
gone Oh me,
They say, their hearts are breaking mama,
but what is that TO me,
Fer wouldn't marry en hejress, if things
but go my way,
When | straddle my little bay. mama, Strad
die my little bay.
My friends will all go with me tomorrow to
the race,
And you will be on hand, mama, a smile
upon your face.
The small boys Will bring ancient eggs, fast
gong to decay,
To welcome me home on my bag, mama,
welcome me nome on my bay.
So you must wake and call me early call me
early, mama, dear;
Tomorrow will be the giddieSt time OF all
this iateful year,
Of all this hateful year. mama, the rummiest,
bummieSl day.
For I'm going to ride the bay mama, I'm 60
ing to ride the bay.
EVE OF THE PRESS CLUE HANDICAP.
If you're waking, mama, call me, be sure and
call your bairu,
For would see the sun rise upon another
morn.
1t is the last glad morning that 1 may ever
see,
Then you may lay me low nlama, and think
no more OF me.
Tonigh, l saw hen set. she set, and left be
A soft boiled egg, a cackle and all her peace
of mind
And my mother-in-law is coming up, but 1
shall never see
The blossoms on her bonnet. the tear drops
in her e'e.
Monday week was the Derby, and we had
merry day.
1 went out 10 buck the tiger in the OLD
familiar way,
/ had money in my pockets when l landed
at the track.
1 had Jocks Ups IN my pockets when. in
grief, ambled back.
There's not snowflake on The pane, nor We
upon the sash:
only wish to live till pay my last weeks
wash.
o Daniel William Lawler, smite Nelson hip
and thigh.
l long TO see Dem in power before the
day die.
When the snowballs come again. mama
beneath the waning light.
You'll never find NE more in the Casino
at night
Where the schooners loaded to The guards
with Aaheuser so cool.
Cast anchor Ill The ''harbors'' of some fellows
who are full.
have been wild aud wayward, a little on the
pum;
But may win the race, you know. and that
will help Us some.
Nay, nay, yen must not weep, mama, and
feel ike one bereft
Because. when the race is over, there are
only few of US left.
Farewell. farewell. dear mama. O strive
to bear up, try.
When you see ne hoisted fourteen miles or
more toward the sky.
Please tell the neiEhbors sometimes what a
good boy have been,
AuG never mind the epitaph, but keep nv
g-ayeiet green.
Nj. j. Donuelly.