Dorkins, the actor : new version / written by Bobby Newcomb, and sung with great success by Will H. Morton, with Harrigan & Hart's Combination.

Bibliographic Details
Main Author: Newcomb, Bobby, 1847-1888.
Format: Book
Language:English
Published: Baltimore, MD : W.J. Schmidt., [1871-1890]
Subjects:
Online Access:Image available online, Middle Tennessee State University: Center for Popular Music
Table of Contents:
  • The theatre was full, it was Dorkin's night
  • That is, Dorkins was going to play, A character new to himself and the stage That he'd trod for so many a day. By eight, the theatre was perfectly jammed, All awaited a pleasant surprise, For they knew they would laugh till their sides would ache And they longed for the curtains to rise. The play soon began, each neck was stretched forth, And eagerly watched each eye For Dorkins to make his first entrance, and then To give him a cheerful Hi, Hi! He soon appeared amidst loud applause, But something was wrong you could see: Why, Dorkins is playing quite badly to-night, The people said sitting around me. A hiss? yes, it was: I saw Dorkins start, As though stung by a serpent's fang, Then he cast a beseeching look around, And his head on his breast did hang. Some said he was drunk, and I thought so myself, For to me it was awful at times, To see how he'd struggle along with his part, And continually stick in his lines. At last he the footlights then slowly approached, And ladies and gentlemen said, Believe me, if I cannot please you to-night, The fault's not the heart but the head; Many a time I have made you all laugh, When I was scarce able to stand, And every effort was pain to me then, Yes, if I'd raise but my hand. You hiss me to-night, and say that I'm drunk; From his breast came a sob and a moan, When I tell you the reason, I know you won't laugh, I've a little one dying at home.