Every Morn I Bring Her Chicken 1903

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 26 Feb 2007
2007

A coon who was a waiter
in a swell hotel uptown,
got a job one night at a banquet,
for to pass the things around.
Some high class artists were engaged
to help the thing along.
And this coon paid strict attention
when he heard a certain song,
some fellow sung of Violets,
he brought his girl each night,
this coon kept on a humming it,
till he thought he had it right.
He said: The Music's pretty
but the words will never do."
So he wrote these lines to it himself
and he sang when he got through.

Ev'ry morn I bring her chicken
that at day break I have stole,
then at eve I bring her parsley
and at night they're cooked and cold.
On the table we have Violets
just to make things sweet.
Oh, O, those flowers,
they are so fragrant
but the chicken's there to eat.

Ev'ry morn I bring her chicken
that at day break I have stole,
then at eve I bring her parsley
and at night they're cooked and cold.
On the table we have Violets
just to make things sweet.
Oh, O, those flowers,
they are so fragrant
but the chicken's there to eat.

This coon said: "That's the kind of words
just suited to this song."
For when you go to see your gal
bring something good along.
There's no use to look for Violets
before the break of day
especially if there's chicken
in a hen coop on the way.
If you must gather flowers
why gather some green peas,
or bring some sweet potatoes,
it will make her feel at ease.
You needn't roam at daylight
for your Violets pure and sweet.
If you've got a dime just buy them
from a pedlar on the street.

Ev'ry morn I bring her chicken
that at day break I have stole,
then at eve I bring her parsley
and at night they're cooked and cold.
On the table we have Violets
just to make things sweet.
Oh, O, those flowers,
they are so fragrant
but the chicken's there to eat.

Ev'ry morn I bring her chicken
that at day break I have stole,
then at eve I bring her parsley
and at night they're cooked and cold.
On the table we have Violets
just to make things sweet.
Oh, O, those flowers,
they are so fragrant
but the chicken's there to eat.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Every Morn I Bring Her Chicken 1903
Music by T.Mayo-Geary
Lyrics by Harry J.Breen
© 1903 by The American Advance Music Co.  N.Y.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Monday 26 February 2007 at 1.46pm
in association with Doug Grierson
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