American Old Time Song Lyrics: 17 Let Me Hug Her For Her Mother

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 17

Let Me Hug Her For Her Mother.
Tune- " Let Me Kiss Him For His Mother."

Let me hug her for her mother,
Let me clasp her "scrumptious" waist,
How I'd like to almost smother
That form so tightly laced!
Kind snobs are buzzing round her,
They call her style divine;
One fellow's arm has bound her-
I wish that arm was mine'

Chorus.
Dance, darling, dance,
I love you as no other;
Oh! how I'd like to kiss
And hug you for your mother!

Let me hug her for her mother,
All her curls and "fixins," too;
How I'd like to be her brother,
I'd make those chaps look blue!
I'd choose to be her poodle,
To follow where she went!
And though you'd call me "noodle,"
I wouldn't care a cent.-Chorus-

Let me hug her for her mother,
That is all I've got to say;
It's a fact, I would much "rather,"
Than be a shrimp in May!
Oh! I'd so much like to tease her
But I really have my fears
That if I tried to squeeze her
She'd box a "feller's " ears!-Charm.