From the musical “Hodge, Podge & Co.”, 1900.
Words by Walter H. Ford.
Music by John W. Bratton.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- The question of pedigree sometimes arises
But mine has no shadow of doubt
No, mine has no shadow of doubt
My ancestors always took blue ribbon prizes
And put all the rest down and out
And put all the rest down and out
When out on the links I would fool them methinks
And drive from the tee with a sky-ball
Then sneak to the house like an overfed mouse
And bury a good old Scotch High-Ball
Then sneak to the house like an overfed mouse
And bury a good old Scotch High-Ball
And bury a good old Scotch High-Ball
Refrain
I’m a scion of the house of High-ball
My ancestsors were Hot Scotch boys
In my football days a rusher
I was over-fond of Usher
And King William added to my joys
And I often used to sneak a sly-ball
In the foxey way the fox employs
But I learned to take them fewer
When I heard the house of Dewar
Was related to the House of High-ball
- I’ve tried ev’ry whiskey, that makes you feel frisky
From barreled goods up to the notch
From barreled goods up to the notch
But ancestry proves that proceeding is risky
And that’s why I stick to my scotch
And that’s why I stick to my Scotch
At night in my room from a picture of gloom
A vision appears to my eyeball
My ancestors climb from their gilt frames sublime
And beg for a Dewar’s Scotch High-ball
My ancestors climb from their gilt frames sublime
And beg for a Dewar’s Scotch High-ball
And beg for a Dewar’s Scotch High-ball