CARRIE (Carrie Couldn't Carry Any More.)
Words by Scott Lawrence. Music by Bob Roberts.
Copyright 1901 by F.A. Mills.

Now, Carrie was a pretty girl who lived in Jersey City.
She came to good old New York town; now, wasn't it a pity?
She met a nice young fellow, and he offered her a drink,
He promised that he'd see her home, and now what do you think!

Chorus:
Well, we had to carry Carrie to the ferry,
And the ferry carried Carrie to the shore,--
Now the reason that we had to carry Carrie
Was Carrie couldn't carry any more.--

When muddled Carrie reached her home her escort said "Ta-ta,--
We'll meet again, sometime" said he, but just then her Papa,
Appearing on the scene, exclaimed "My dear, I fear you're sick"
"Not much, Papa; we've been to town; the rest I'll leave to Dick."

Music Division, The New York Public Library. (1901). Carrie (Carrie couldn't carry any more) Retrieved from http://digitalcollections.nypl.org/items/8da39ecb-f027-380c-e040-e00a180654ab