Bombo. Dirty hands! Dirty face!
| Title | Bombo. Dirty hands! Dirty face! |
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| Dirty hands! dirty face! / lyric by Al Jolson, Clarke & Leslie music by James V. Monaco | |
| Subject | Jolson, Al, 1886-1950 -- Portraits |
| Revues -- Excerpts -- Vocal scores with piano | |
| Popular music -- 1921-1930 | |
| Description | From the musical revue Bombo |
| For voice and piano | |
| Caption title | |
| Cover illustration: Drawing of a young boy in a cap / Barbelle inset photograph of Al Jolson | |
| Verso of cover: Excerpt of Maggie (Yes! Ma'am!) | |
| Back cover: Excerpt of Old yeller dog of mine | |
| Creator | Monaco, James V., 1885-1945 |
| Publisher | New York : Clarke & Leslie Songs, Inc. |
| Date | 1923 |
| Contributor | Romberg, Sigmund, 1887-1951. Bombo |
| Jolson, Al, 1886-1950. Lyricist. | |
| Clarke, Grant. Lyricist. | |
| Leslie, Edgar. Lyricist. | |
| Barbelle, 1888-1957. Illustrator. | |
| Rights |
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| Format | Sheet music |
| Published works | |
| image/jpeg | |
| Type | Image |
| Text | |
| Identifier | SMC 01431 |
| https://digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/33994 | |
| Alternative Title | First line of text: Wonderful pals are always hard to find |
| Bombo (Revue) | |
| Is Part Of | Sheet Music Collection, Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives, University Libraries, Bowling Green State University |
| References | https://maurice.bgsu.edu:443/record=b2351527~S9 |
VERSE 01: Wonderful pals are always hard to find,/Some folks have one,/Some folks have none/I was alone for years, but fate was kind/And in the end,/Sent me a friend/Altho’ he’s not much higher than my knee,/Still he’s the greatest thing on earth to me.VERSE 02: When stars are peeping I tuck him to sleep,/With lullabies,/To close his eyes/He prays the Lord his little soul to keep/And Daddy’s, too,/That thrills me through/And tho’ he hardly knows his A. B. C./When he says Dad Oh! What that means to me.CHORUS: Dirty hands, Dirty face, leads the neighbors a chase but his smile, is as cute as can be/Making noise, breaking toys, always fight, with the boys, but his eyes are a vision to see./And when my work is done,/Coming home to the setting sun, from the gate he starts to run,/Then I kiss my boy./Dirty Hands, Dirty face/Little Devil they say, but to me he’s an angel of joy. | |
| Original Format | 1 vocal score (5 pages) 31 cm |
