From the musical “The Little Cherub”, 1906
words and music by Marie Doro
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by Thomas Venam:
Lyrics
- He said, “When we are married
Dearest, darling mine
Where would you like to stay? say”
She said, “We’ll live in happyville
And think how fine
To live right there for aye, yea
The rooms will all be papered
With contentment all about
The windows will be made
To keep out every kind of doubt
And when old Mister Trouble calls
The dog will keep him out
Oh! are you going to have a dog?
Chorus
Oh! yes, I really think it’s best
To keep a doggy in the yard
So, when the night falls
And all has gone to rest
The faithful doggy can keep guard
And if a burglar comes along
From harm he will be barred
Oh! yes, I really think it best
To keep a doggy in the yard
- Now on one night all was still
No more to roam
The dog began to growl-owl
What can be the trouble
In this happy home?
To make the doggy howl-owl
Not a leaf was stirring
And the stars were smiling down
All the happy folks
Had gone to sleep in happy Town
So, down she crept into the yard
In nighty cap and gown
Well, what made the doggy bark?
Chorus
Ah! well, one can never tell
What makes a little doggy bark
I simply begged him to listen just a spell
And all the neighbors stopped to hark
But how he bow-wowed
Just looking straight above
Of course, I knew quite soon
I ran, it really was a man
It was the man up in the moon
- She said: “That dog is foolish dear,
And most unkind
When on one’s there to bow-wow
So, another doggy we must surely find
And dear, I want it Now-ow
What’s the kind, you know
It looks so funny when it walks
Cunning little thing
And not the fiercer kind that balks
And when I look into its face
I almost think it talks
Oh! you mean a dachsund
Chorus
Oh! yes, that’s the kind that’s best
And one that’s nice and tame
I like a dachsund more than all the rest
I like it all except the name
But when I buy it
And the salesman asks what kind
I’ll say it’s on the card
And get a long one
Oh! very long you see
I want a doggy in the yard
Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: