Ida, Sweet as Apple Cider
In the region where the roses always bloom,Breathing out upon the air their sweet perfume,
Lives a dusky maid I long to call my own,
For, I know my love for her will never die;
When the sun am sinking in dat Golden West,
Little robin red breast gone to seek their nests,
And I sneak down to dat place I love the best,
Ever’y evening there along I sigh.
Chorus: Ida! Sweet as apple cider,
Sweeter than all I know,
Come out! In the silv’ry moonlight,
Of love we’ll whisper, so soft and low!
Seems as tho’ can’t live without you,
Listen, please, honey do!
Ida! I idolize yer
I love you, Ida, ‘deed I do.
-Sinatra
Sucking Cider Through a Straw (English Version of The Lone Fish Ball)
The sweetest girl I ever saw
Sat sucking cider through a straw
Fair maid, said I, you implore,
Why suck your cider through a straw?
She said to me, There is no law
‘Gainst sucking cider through a straw
So cheek by cheek and jaw by jaw
We both sucked cider through a straw
And now I’ve got a Ma-in-law
Through sucking cider through a straw
Sat sucking cider through a straw
Fair maid, said I, you implore,
Why suck your cider through a straw?
She said to me, There is no law
‘Gainst sucking cider through a straw
So cheek by cheek and jaw by jaw
We both sucked cider through a straw
And now I’ve got a Ma-in-law
Through sucking cider through a straw