Don't Fly your Kite
too High

Words and Music By
Frank Sharpe
Copyright 1878

Sheet Music
From the
Library Of Congress

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I'm a fellow that's ever kindhearted,
And sometimes I've plenty of cash;
But a fool and his money's soon parted,
For he's happy when cutting a dash;
But of one thing I wish to remind you,
When for sporting and drinking you sigh,
Your best friend you keep in your pocket,
And don't fly your kite up too high.

Then don't fly your kite up too high boys;
Don't fly your kite up too high,
Your best friend you keep in your pocket,
And don't fly your kite up too high.

If you go to a friend to assist you,
He'll say that his money's play'd out,
But when he was down, you to help him,
Put your hand in your pocket no doubt;
But this world it is cruel and cold boys,
Though good times may come bye and bye,
Your best friend you keep in your pocket,
And don't fly your kite up too high.

Then don't fly your kite up too high boys;
Don't fly your kite up too high,
Your best friend you keep in your pocket,
And don't fly your kite up too high.

There's many a good natur'd fellow;
That's been ruin'd by just what I say,
For if he'd a "Five" in his pocket,
He'd feel like a rich man today.
Just listen to me what I say boys,
If you've money, put some of it by,
When you're out keep your friend in your pocket,
And don't fly your kite up too high.

Then don't fly your kite up too high boys;
Don't fly your kite up too high,
Your best friend you keep in your pocket,
And don't fly your kite up too high.