the Ballad of Harry Lewis - Allan Sherman

I’m singing you the ballad

Of a great man of the cloth

His name was Harry Lewis

And he worked for Irving Roth

He died while cutting velvet

On a hot July the 4th

But his cloth goes shining on

Glory, glory Harry Lewis

Glory, glory Harry Lewis

Glory, glory Harry Lewis

His cloth goes shining on

Oh Harry Lewis perished

In the service of his Lord

He was trampling through the warehouse

Where the drapes of Roth are stored

He had the finest funeral

The union could afford

And his cloth goes shining on

Glory, glory Harry Lewis

Glory, glory Harry Lewis

Glory, glory Harry Lewis

His cloth goes shining on

Although a fire was raging

Harry stood by his machine

And when the firemen broke in

They discovered him between

A pile of roasted Dacron

And some french fried gabardine

His cloth goes shining on

Glory, glory Harry Lewis

Glory, glory Harry Lewis

Glory, glory Harry Lewis

His cloth goes shining on