A popular song from 1914.
Words by Roger Lewis.
Music by Roy Barton.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
Way down east in Philadelphia
Near the Allegheny hills
There one night two paleface Indians
Started on the pace that kills
Galloped into New Your City
On their ponies Cash and Dough
Stopped at all the Broadway wigwams
Where the other Indians go
Out of Rector’s into Shanley’s
Out and in again
Every place was full of Indians
Singing this refrain
Chorus
Tip, tip, tip, tip, tip the waiter
Tip the cashier, too
Tip the hat boy while you’re able
Tip the chairs and tip the table
Tip just like a tipsy sailor
Tipping off the foam
And when you’re flat just time your hat
And tip your toes back home”
2. When the cold grey day was dawning
Little boys were meek and mild
Joined another tribe of Indians
Camping down at wig wam Childs
Thro the window many faces
Looked upon the tribe inside
Where the boys told how their ponies
Cash and Dough had quickly died
Soon they beat it back to “Philly”
On the box car trail
Big Chief Engineer was happy
When he heard them wail