DON'T TAKE ME HOME

(Harry Von Tilzer (m) / Vincent Bryan (l) )

Ed Morton

Augustus J McCann
Was a hen-pecked married man
He'd been fighting with his wife
Since his married life began.

One night about half past three
While out upon a spree
A motor knocked him down and out
And nearly broke his knee.

The chauffeur raised Mac's head
Wife said “This man is dead”
But when he said “We'll take him home”
McCann jumped up and said.

“Don't take me home
Please don't take me home
Tell me what did I do to you
Oh, oh, oh, have a little pity.”

“I'm a poor married man
In search of peace I roam
I'm with you in anything you do
But don't take me home.”

(short bridge)

McCann became so sore
That he ran off to the war
That war was like vacation time
After all he'd fought before.

He always led the fray
But he was shot one day
His comrades saw he couldn't walk
So they carried him away.

Upon his cart he fell
The doctor said “Well, well”
“We'll send this man home to his wife”
Then Mac began to yell.

“Please don't take me home
Don't, don't take me home
Tell me what did I do to you
Oh, oh, oh, have a little pity.”

“I'm a poor married man
In search of peace I roam
I'm with you in anything you do
But don't take me home.”

NOTES:

Lyrics as released with Ed Morton July 13 1908 
in Camden New Jersey USA under the Victor label.

The music/lyrics for this song are preserved and 
available for listening at the Library of Congress 
Packard Campus in Washington DC USA.




(Transcribed by David Story - February 2014)