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YIP! I ADEE! I AYE From the Broadway show "The Merry Widow And The Devil" (1908) (Music: Will. D. Cobb / Lyrics: John H. Flynn) Blanche Ring (Broadway Production) - 1908 Arthur Collins & Byron Harlan - 1909 George Grosssmith (feat. in the London show "Our Miss Gibbs") - 1909 Florrie Forde - 1909 Harry Fay - 1909 Harry Bluff - 1909 The Troubadours - 1927 As recorded by BLANCHE RING, 20th March 1909: Young Herman von Bellow, a musical fellow Played on a big cello each night Sweet music so rare in a dance garden where Dancers danced all around with delight One night he saw dancing a maid most entrancing His heart caught on fire inside And music so mellow he sawed on his cello She walked up to him and she cried Yip! I Adee! I Aye, I Aye, Yip! I Adee! I Aye I don't care what becomes of me When you play me that sweet melody Yip! I Adee! I Aye, I just like to holler "Hooray!" Sing of joy, sing of bliss, home was never like this Yip! I Adee! I Aye Now sometimes the music makes me sick and you sick And sometimes it's perfectly grand But the tune that von Bellow tore off on his cello Was that I'd leave home for you brand So, seek not Spring Valley to welcome home Sally Who went to New York for the ride For the night that von Bellow cut loose on his cello She tore up her ticket and cried Yip! I Adee! I Aye, I Aye, Yip! I Adee! I Aye I don't care what becomes of me When you play me that sweet melody Yip! I Adee! I Aye, I just like to holler "Hooray!" Sing of joy, sing of bliss, home was never like this Yip! I Adee! I Aye Yip! I Adee! I Aye, I Aye, Yip! I Adee! I Aye I don't care what becomes of me When you play me that sweet melody Yip! I Adee! I Aye, I just like to holler "Hooray!" Sing of joy, sing of bliss, home was never like this Yip! I Adee! I Aye ******************** As recorded by FLORRIE FORDE, 17th July 1909: Young Herman von Bellow, a musical fellow Played on a big cello each night Sweet melodies rare in a dance garden where Dancers danced round and around with delight One night he saw dancing a maid most entrancing His heart caught on fire inside And music so mellow he sawed on his cello She walked up to him and she cried Yip! I Adee! I Aye, I Aye, Yip! I Adee! I Aye I don't care what becomes of me When you play me that sweet melody Yip! I Adee! I Aye, my heart wants to holler "Hooray!" Sing of joy, sing of bliss, home was never like this Yip! I Adee! I Aye Now music, it's known, has a charm all its own And von Bellow he gurgled with glee "Here's where I win a wife and a partner for life As he coaxed out a chord up in G He played and she tarried, that night they got married But even before break of day Poor sleepy von Bellow heard his new wife yell, "Oh! For goodness sakes wake up and play" Yip! I Adee! I Aye, I Aye, Yip! I Adee! I Aye I don't care what becomes of me When you play me that sweet melody Yip! I Adee! I Aye, my heart wants to holler "Hooray!" Sing of joy, sing of bliss, home was never like this Yip! I Adee! I Aye Yip! I Adee! I Aye, I Aye, Yip! I Adee! I Aye I don't care what becomes of me When you play me that sweet melody Yip! I Adee! I Aye, my heart wants to holler "Hooray!" Sing of joy, sing of bliss, home was never like this Yip! I Adee! I Aye (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - November 2013)

    


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