That Wasn’t All

From production “The Soul Kiss”, 1908.
Words by Addison Burkhardt.
Music by Louis A. Hirsch.

Sheet music provided by Nicholas Leunissen:

That-Wasnt-All – Sheet MusicDownload

Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:

That_Wasnt_All – MIDIDownload

Lyrics

  1. When first Blink met the girl he loved ’twas on a summer eve
    They sat upon the sofa it was almost time to leave
    The nightingale was singing and the moon shone fair and bright
    And so to save expenses why he then turned out the light

Refrain
That wasn’t all, that wasn’t all
He threw his arms about the Miss
That wasn’t all, that wasn’t all
He tho’t he gave his girl a kiss
That wasn’t all, he near dropped dead
His face turned blue and then turned red
He kissed not her, but pa instead
That wasn’t all, that wasn’t all

  1. To make the matter worse for him next night he saw a chap
    Call at the home of Lady Fair, his face he longed to slap
    He didn’t know his rival was a pugilist of might
    And foolishly alas alack he challenged him to fight

Refrain
That wasn’t all, that wasn’t all
For when they met he felt like ice
That wasn’t all, that wasn’t all
He feinted once, Blink feinted twice
That wasn’t all, with aching head
He found himself bound up in bed
“Do you think he’ll live” the nurse then said
That wasn’t all, that wasn’t all

  1. At last her pa relented, they were married in the fall
    Domestic happiness was his, she was his all-in-all
    A year passed by and Christmas came, his wife presented Blink
    With ties and canes, cigars a cradle and well, let me think

Refrain
That wasn’t all, that wasn’t all
I asked the nurse “Is it a boy”
That wasn’t all, that wasn’t all
For she replied in manner coy
“That isn’t all” I think I yelled
To gasp for breath I was compelled
Two bouncing babies I beheld
That wasn’t all, that wasn’t all

  1. When first I saw Miss Swell-a-fair she looked the perfect peach
    But goodness! what a diff’rence when I saw her at the beach
    There was method in her padness then, now sadness was her share
    In ballrooms she might be a peach, she was a lemon there

Refrain
That wasn’t all, that wasn’t all
Her rosy cheeks were red no more
That wasn’t all, that wasn’t all
The druggist moved the day before
That wasn’t all, ’twas plain to see
When she went floating in the sea
She was half girl and half a tree
That wasn’t all, that wasn’t all

Sung here by Vancha March: