A humorous song from 1929
Words by E. A. Searson
Music by Fred Gibson
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
‘Twas a lovely summer evening
When we wandered, he and I
With the bull-frogs and the nightingales in song
His glances were so loving
I could not repress a sigh
As I softly murmured, “Now we shan’t be long”
He whispered, “Youth’s the time for love
We’ll pass the happy hours
Where the moon is gently beaming
All amongst the pretty flowers”
Chorus:
So he led me up the garden
All among the Brussels sprouts
He told me that he loved me
But I somehow had my doubts
He took my hand in his
And at first I thought it “biz”
For he said I was his little “Dolly Varden”
He touched me with the story
Of his love for me, he did
And he touched my lips in kisses
And his arm around me slid
And before he said, “Goodbye” to me
He touched me for a quid
Oh! there’s no mistake he led me up the garden
(more lyrics on the sheet music)