Classic Poem

1. I'se got a little baby, but she's
out of sight, I talk to her across the telephone;. . . . I'se
never seen my honey but she's mine, all right; So
take my tip, an' leave this gal alone. . . .
Ev'ry single morning, you will hear me yell, " Hey
Central! fix me up along the line. " . . . . He con-
-nects me with ma honey, then I rings the bell, And
this is what I say to baby mine,. . . .
2. This morning, thro' the 'phone, she said her
name was Bess, And now I kind of know where I am at;. . . . I'se
satisfied because I'se got my babe's address, Here
pasted in the lining of my hat. . . .
I am mighty scared, 'cause if the wires get crossed, 'Twill
separate me from ma baby mine,. . . . Then some
other coon will win her, and my game is lost, And
so each day I shout along the line,. . . .
" Hello! ma baby, Hello! ma honey,
Hello! ma ragtime gal,. . . . Send me a kiss by
wire,. . . . Baby my heart's on fire!. . . .
If you refuse me, Honey, you'll lose me, Then you'll be left a-
lone; oh, baby, Telephone and tell me I'se your
own, Hello! hello! hello! there own. . . . .