Has Anybody Seen Our Cat?
Composer(s): T.W. Conner; James T. Powers



I'm upset now let me tell you why
Our old cat sneaked away, upon the sly 
My old Ma declares it is a sign that bad luck's coming
and two to one it's mine! 
I've been wond'ring who I am to blame for sneaking the bacon 
and the brawn and the can of milk and beef steak pie
When they're missing on a Sunday morn!

Every night, as soon as we're in bed
All his old pals gather overhead
Gently calling for him to come out 
and play a game of leapfrog 'round the gutter of the spout
In despair, I went to the police
They told me not to feel so blue 
He might turn up in a penny mince pie or 
With his wife, in a day or two!

Has anybody seen our cat? 
Has anybody seen our cat? 
He's got a bit o'black on the end of his tail 
and the skin all off where he's been fighting
Last Sunday morning we miss'd him from the mat
Puss, puss, puss, puss, meat, meat, meat! 
Has anybody seen our cat?