(But It’s Hard To Find The Girl)
a popular song from 1910
words by Ballard Macdonald
music by S. R. Henry
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- I’m blue all through
And I’ll tell my troubles all to you
It’s just because I have no girlie sweet to cheer me
When my weary heart is dreary
All alone in my home
I’m about as sad as I can be
I’ve got the time to spare, the place to share
But not a girlie seems to care for me
Chorus
I’ve got the time, I’ve got the place
Will someone kindly introduce me to the girl?
She needn’t be so very pretty
I don’t care much for a face
And I don’t give a jot if her petticoats
And things are trimmed with lace
She may be tall, she may be small
She may be any, any, any kind at all
Gee! ain’t it mighty funny
When a fellow’s got the money
And the time, and the place
But it’s gosh darn hard to find the girl
- I wrote a note
To a little girl on whom I dote
I told her I would really dearly love to meet her
No one’s sweeter, no one’s neater
And tonight’s the big night
Johnny’s on the spot and going strong
I’ve got the cash to spare, so, I don’t care
I only want the girl to come along
Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: