A popular song from 1913.
Words by Grant Clarke and Edgar Leslie.
Music by Jean Schwartz.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
1. Pat McCue in Sixty-Two
Was known to be a bugler true
When the Civil War was through
Pat had nothing to do
Yet when folks would sleep and snore
Pat would dream about the war
From his little “two by four”
Came a terrible roar
CHORUS
Each time he blew
(How he blew, How he blew)
On his Bugle-e-oo
(On his Bugle-e-oo)
When he let out, the neighbors used to shout
You can’t shut him up
You can’t shut him up
He blew (Yes he blew, Yes he blew)
On his Bugle-e-oo
(On his Bugle-e-oo)
All night from out of his flat
Ra-ta-ta-tat came notes of blue
But still he blew
(Still he blew, still he blew)
Everything that he knew
(Everything that he knew)
He used to play
(What?) Columbia of the Ocean
(How?) Very blue
From the setting moon to the rising sun
He would tear off tunes of Sixty-One
And he Blew (Blew) Blew (Blew)
On his bugle-e-oo
2. Patrick was a wise old guy
For he knew food was very high
When the neighbors let things fly
Pat had nothing to buy
Nice fresh peaches hit his door
Coal and wood lay on the floor
And it wasn’t long before
Pat had a grocery store