American Old Time Song Lyrics: 14 I Would Not Die At All

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 14

I WOULD NOT DIE AT ALL.
Tune- "I Would Not Die in Spring Time."

I would not die in Spring time,
When worms begin to crawl;
When cabbage plants are shooting up.
And frogs begin to squall.
'Tis then the girls are full of charms
And smile upon the men;
When lambs and peas are in their prime,
I would not perish then.

I would not die in Summer,
When trees are filled with fruit,
And every sportsman has a gun
The little birds to shoot.
The girls then wear the bloomer drew,
And half distract the men;
It is the time to sweat it out,
I would not perish then.

I would not die in Autumn,
When new-mown hay smells sweet,
And little pigs are rooting 'round
For something nice to eat.
'Tis then the huntsman's wild haloo
Is heard along the glen;
And oysters 'gin to fatten up,
I would not perish then.

I would not die in Winter,
For one might freeze to death;
When blustering boreas sweeps around
And takes away one's breath.
When sleigh bells jingle, horses snort,
And buckwheat cakes are tall;
In fact, this is a right good world,
I would not die at all.