Yikes! Guest, Eileen--

We need to know if you're looking for a country song, or an old-time!
No luck on T. Tyler's song, but here are transcribed lyrics from Masato's link to Levy. Hope this is helpful. (I'll email the requester to let her know the problem.)

Lin

Songs of the Lydia Thompson Troupe. No. 4.
COURTING IN THE RAIN.
Composer, Lyricist, Arranger: Vincent Davies.

Publication: Boston: G.D. Russell & Company, 127 Tremont St., 1872.

One April morn while walking down a quiet country lane
I overtook a fair young girl whilst hurrying through the rain.
I asked her if she would accept my arm and take a share
Of my umbrella. Thanks, kind sir, I will, replied the fair.

[SPOKEN]: On with golden locks, by Jove, and without one of these useful articles (holding up umbrella). When she popped her little arm in mine my heart beat in that degree it nearly dislocated my ribs (of the umbrella I mean!) It's a fact, I thought to myself here's a chance to go...[Chorus]

CHORUS:
Courting in the rain, courting in the rain,
I never regret the day I met my charmer in the lane.
Courting in the rain, courting in the rain,
Twas sweeter far than moon or star,
Whilst courting Mary Jane.

The rain poured down alarmingly
When to a tree we came
And shelter took beneath it
There I quickly learnt her name.
She also told me where she lived
With Pa down at the farm.
A farmer's daughter, well, said I,
That is an extra charm.

[SPOKEN]: I glory in country life, and a farmer's daughter, what could be better? I wished the rain would keep on as I rather liked...[Chorus]

At length the rain abated,
And the sun shone out quiet [sic] bright.
The little birds began to sing,
My heart it felt so light.
I gently press'd her arm in mine,
And said, now don't say "nay,"
But let me come and meet you here
Again some other day.

[SPOKEN]: Well, she said, I can't exactly decide, you must ask my Pa, so I made up my mind to go and inform the old Gentleman we'd been...[Chorus]

We reached the old farm house, and then
She introduced to me
Her Pa, a jolly old nice old boy,
With him I made quite free.
I told him when and where I'd met
His daughter in the rain,
And bless'd the lucky chance that took
Me down that country lane.

[SPOKEN]: The old Gntleman was quite delighted with my kind attention, and I soon gained his consent, which proves the truth of the old proverb--"It never rains but it pours," and so it occurred to me, though, [Chorus]