Say, Won't You Come Out and Play?
Copyright, 1888, by J. G. Richards & Co.
Words by Johnnie Findle.
Music by Alfred N. Labrie.
I guess you don't know who I am,'
Or what my name may be;
I hope you won't go tell my ma,
For that would settle it with me.
She told me to take care of the baby,
And not to go away;
But I ain't taking care of him
Because I'd have no time to play.
Oh, say, won't you come out and play?
Oh, come ahead out and play;
Thro' the mud we will run,
Oh, won't it be fun?
Won't you come out and play?
Say, won't you come out and play?
Oh, come ahead out and play,
We won't go to school.
And our mammas we'll fool,
If you'll only come out and play.
My biggest sister don't like me,
She says I plague her so;
'Cause I put tacks on the chair,
That she puts there for her beau.
Then I go hide behind the stove.
And wait till he comes around;
For it is such fun to see him jump
As soon as he sits down.-Chorus.
Well, I must be going
Before it gets too late;
And if you want to come with me,
You can swing on our old gate.
We'll go and tickle baby's nose,
Oh, my, won't it be fun,
To tie tin cans to Towser's tail,
Oh, just to see him run?-Chorus.