The Dublin Rag 1910

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 02 Aug 2006
2006

Ev'rybody's ragtime crazy
with their fandango tunes;
their gliding, sliding
"oh you kid" songs and their silv'ry moons;
but did you hear the Dublin rag
they played St. Patrick's Day?
It was the melody he used
to charm the snakes away.
A syncopated Irish air
that came from Erin land,
sure the Kellys, Burkes
and the O'Burns will tell you it is grand.
Don't let them say this craze is new,
because it isn't so,
Why Dublin Danny Emmet
sang this song long years ago.

Play me that Dublin rag,
that Irish troublin' rag;
kiss me like you would the Blarney Stone.
Oh, oh, you cutey, you Irish beauty!
Google up your eyes say you're my own!
I'd leave my home, pet;
you are the one best bet,
you've got my bumpin' heart a playin' tag.
Oh, the divil sure there is to pay
when they start to sing and play
that lovin', bubblin', troublin', Dublin Rag.

Play me that Dublin rag,
that Irish troublin' rag;
kiss me like you would the Blarney Stone.
Oh, oh, you cutey, you Irish beauty!
Google up your eyes say you're my own!
I'd leave my home, pet;
you are the one best bet,
you've got my bumpin' heart a playin' tag.
Oh, the divil sure there is to pay
when they start to sing and play
that lovin', bubblin', troublin', Dublin Rag.

"The wearing of the green"
may sound so sweetly to your ear,
but wait until that tuneful
Dublin shamrock tune you hear.
You smile right in your lassie's eyes,
she'll gaze back tenderly.
And when the music plays she'll never say:
"Go 'long with ye!"
The Dolan played his fiddle
only just the other day,
and he hypnotized Miss Mary Burke
and stole her heart away.
The Irish now in makin' love,
they know just what to do:
Just have them play the Dublin rag
and then they get their cue.

Play me that Dublin rag,
that Irish troublin' rag;
kiss me like you would the Blarney Stone.
Oh, oh, you cutey, you Irish beauty!
Google up your eyes say you're my own!
I'd leave my home, pet;
you are the one best bet,
you've got my bumpin' heart a playin' tag.
Oh, the divil sure there is to pay
when they start to sing and play
that lovin', bubblin', troublin', Dublin Rag.

Play me that Dublin rag,
that Irish troublin' rag;
kiss me like you would the Blarney Stone.
Oh, oh, you cutey, you Irish beauty!
Google up your eyes say you're my own!
I'd leave my home, pet;
you are the one best bet,
you've got my bumpin' heart a playin' tag.
Oh, the divil sure there is to pay
when they start to sing and play
that lovin', bubblin', troublin', Dublin Rag.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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The Dublin Rag 1910
Music by Phil Schwartz
Lyrics by Harold Atteridge
© MCMX by Leo Feist  N.Y.
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Wednesday 02 August 2006 at 10.50pm
in association with Doug Grierson
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