Hello! Ma Baby (Joe Howard/Ida Emerson) - 1899

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Hello! Ma Baby is one of the all-time great late 19th century Tin Pan Alley songs, written by vaudeville duo and future married couple, Joe Howard (1870-1961) and Ida Emerson (1873-1945). Introduces the telephone to popular music and riffs on the word "hello" which was not much used before it was decided to be the word you said when you picked up the telephone. Joe Howard wrote many songs and was inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame by the ASCAP Hall of Fame Committee in 1970. He also hosted a radio and then TV show in the 1930s and 40s - The Gay Nineties Revue - that celebrated the music of the 1890s. His first wife was the great singer and actress Mabel Barrison - from 1906 until her death in 1912. Her real name was Eva Farrance and she was from Toronto. Here is Joe Emerson in 1953 on the George Jessel Show:    • Joseph E. Howard on "The George Jessel Show"   here is Part 1 of "One Froggy Evening," which brought Hello Ma Baby to a whole new generation!    • Видео  

Hello! Ma Baby

Verse 1: I've got a little baby, but she's out of sight,
I talk to her across the telephone.
I've never seen my honey but she's mine all right,
So take my tip and leave this gal alone.
Every single morning you will hear me yell,
"Hey Central! Fix me up along the line."
He connects me with ma honey, then I rings the bell,
And this is what I say to baby mine,

Chorus: 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 alone;
Oh baby, telephone and tell me I'm your own.

Verse 2: This morning through the phone she said her name was Bess,
And now I kind of know where I am at.
I'm satisfied because I've 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 man will win her, and my game is lost,
And so each day I shout along the line,