A popular song from 1916
Words by Stanley Murphy and Chas. McCarron
Music by Albert Von Tilzer
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- I’ve been reading every book
From Shakespeare down to Hoyle
To find out what they mean by love
I’ve burned up midnight oil
When at last while searching
‘Round in Mother’s room
I found a little book
‘Twas hidden in a nook
I know Mother had the book
Before she was a bride
And underneath the letter “L”
I found these words inside
Chorus
Love is just a Lottery
Take a chance, take a chance, take a chance
If you want to ramble where the honey am
You’ve got to gamble, little honey lamb
Love is like a great big game of cards
Holding hands, holding hands, holding hands
Cuddle to your baby mine
Like a honeysuckle vine
Pucker up your ruby lips and close your eyes
Take a chance and maybe you will win a prize
Love is just a lottery all of the time
- There are lots of other things
In Mother’s little book
It tells you when you’re fishing
What to put upon your hook
When a girl’s in love with you
And won’t confess
It’s up to you to guess
A girlies “no” means “yes”
I know Mother’s words were true
She put them to the test
But tho’ I’ve read the whole book through
I like these lines the best
Sung here by Vancha March: