From the musical “Central Park”, 1944 Words by Dorothy Fields Music by Sigmund Romberg
Sheet Music
Accompaniment
Lyrics
Refrain:
The Fireman’s Bride, the Fireman’s Bride
Won’t sit home by her fireside
From all accounts, she’d rather bounce
In the fireman’s net
She leaps to the engine and clings to the hose
How she hangs on, nobody knows
Out comes the net and then over she goes
High up they throw ‘er
While she hollers “Mow-er”
The Fireman’s bride, people confide
Has the fireman goggle-eyed
High as a kite, ain’t she a sight?
Naughty Fireman’s bride
Refrain:
The Fireman’s Bride, the Fireman’s Bride
Hasn’t got any fireside
But I belief she’s got the chief
Not to mention the force
She runs up the ladder and swings to the roof
Holding her skirts gaily aloof
Men, you remember, are not fireproof
They see what goes on and yell “Turn the hose on”
The Fireman’s Bride, flat on her hide
Is extremely undignified
They leave a blaze burning for days
For the Fireman’s bride