Poor Old Dad’s in New York For the Summer

A popular song from 1909.
Words by Harry Williams.
Music by Egbert Van Alstyne.

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The sheet music:

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Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:

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Lyrics

1. Down at the station each day you will see
   Luggage and children galore
   Father and mother, Babette and Marie
   Starting for mountain or shore
   Daddy says, “Dearie I wish I could go
   But you know bus’ness has grown”
   Whistles and bells, and many farewells
   Then he’s on the platform alone

Chorus
Poor old Dad’s in New York for the Summer
He’s a martyr, you all will agree
He can’t get away, for even a day
To the mountains or down to the sea
Oh, oh, oh, how he misses dear mother
Away in that beautiful clime
While he has to work like a poor ribbon clerk
In the good old Summertime

2. Maybe, says Daddy, I’ll go to a show
   But I can’t go all alone
   I think I’ll call up “Somebody” I know
   Yes, I can get her by ‘phone
   Hello, Virginia, my dear is that you?
   I know a show and it’s great
   Cool as can be, a roof, don’t you see
   I’ll be up this evening at eight

Chorus
Poor old Dad’s in New York for the Summer
He’s a martyr, you all will agree
He can’t get away, for even a day
To the mountains or down to the sea
Oh, oh, oh, how he misses dear mother
Away in that beautiful clime
While she’s out of reach he is out with a peach
In the good old Summertime

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Sung here by Vancha March: