Johnny Morgan

I'll sing of a band that used to play
Music in the street,
And if you heard it you would say 
It was anything but sweet;
They all played different instruments,
The music was the same; 
They were all of one family, 
And Morgan was their name.

Johnny Morgan played the organ, 
The father beat the drum,
The sister played the tambourine,
The brother went pom,pom,pom,pom,pom,pom
All alone on an old trombone—
The music was so sweet,
They often got a penny
To go into another street.

They used to say that Johnny
Was the smartest of them all, 
And round the area windows
He would often make a call; 
His music was so lively—
All the latest airs from France—
The servant girls could not keep still, 
The music made them dance.

Now, one day John he chanced to play 
Outside a lady's door,
And the lady said she never heard 
Such music played before ;
It pleased her so, that you must know,
She heavy sums would pay
For John to stand outside the house 
And play to her all day.

John played upon his instrument, 
And pleased the lady so,
That when the time arrived to leave, 
She would not let him go ;
She asked if he would marry her, 
Which John did very soon,
Now on the organ Johnny Morgan 
Plays her many a tune.