Abraham Lincoln Jones, or, The christening / by Mack and Smith arr. by Wm. H. Vodery
Mack, Cecil, 1883-1944. “Abraham Lincoln Jones, or, The christening / by Mack and Smith arr. by Wm. H. Vodery.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 16 June 2020, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/collections/item/17134. Accessed 27 Nov. 2020.
|Title||Abraham Lincoln Jones, or, The christening / by Mack and Smith arr. by Wm. H. Vodery|
|Subject||Names, Personal -- Songs and music|
|Popular music -- 1901-1910|
|Description||For voice and piano|
|Caption title: Cover lacking in library copy|
|Creator||Mack, Cecil, 1883-1944|
|Source||Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University|
|Publisher||New York : Gotham-Attucks Music Corp.|
|Contributor||Smith, Chris, 1879-1949|
|Vodery, Will H, Arranger.|
|Alternative Title||Christening;First line of text: Abe Jones had a christening at his house last night|
VERSE 01: Abe Jones had a christening at his house last night/ To name his first born child/ To get it a high toned name and start it right/ Old Abe was almost wild./ The day 'for the christ'ning/ Deacon Green inquired,/ What the child's name was to be,/ One said name it Sam, another hollered Ham,/ But Abe said "Name it this for me!"
CHORUS: George Washington, Christopher Columbus, Roosevelt, Douglas Lee,/ Jack Johnson, Joe Gans, Dixon, ring in Booker T./ Major Taylor, Chrispus Attucks, Jackson, Sherlock Holmes/ Hezekiah, Obediah, Abraham Lincoln Jones.
VERSE 02: Abe's friends said to him/ "You must be crazy sure,/ It's too much name, that's all./ Now why don't you name it something short and sweet,/ Like Peter, John or Paul."/ Old Abe shook his head and said,/ "The name is long, I really must confess,/ I can't give it fame, but here is some more name,/ So christen it what I like best!"
VERSE 03: They all got excited till one brother cried/"We'll leave it to its Aunt,"/ Said she "I ain't caring how much name it gets,/ Don't leave out General Grant!"/ 'Twas then, that its mammy raised her voice and said,/ "Just let me talk a-while,/ All them arguments don't mount to thirty cents,/ Because it ain't that kind of child!"
|Original Format||1 score (5 p.) 34 cm|