American Old Time Song Lyrics: 25 Sunday School Scholar

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 25

SUNDAY SCHOOL SCHOLAR
Sung by Lew Dockstader.

I'm a Sunday-school scholar-ar-ar-ar,
I dearly love my pa and ma-ma-ma-ma;
I dearly love my teacher too-oo-oo-oo,
And do whate'er she tells me to, oo-oo-oo.

Chorus.
Teacher, teacher, why am I so happy,
Happy, happy, in my Sunday-school?

On Sunday I put up my toys-oys-oys-oys,
And do not play with horrid boy-oys-oys-oys;
For unto wicked men they grow-ow-ow-ow.
And then I don't know where they'll go-o-o-o.

Chorus.
Teacher, teacher, why am I so happy,
Happy, happy, in my Sunday-school?

I get a penny from my ma-ma-ma-ma,
To send to Boulu, Bouluga-ga-ga-ga;
And with each off ring I put in-in-in-in,
Some heathen kid I save from sin-sin-sin-sin.

Chorus.
Urchin, urchin, if you wish to happy be, e-e-e
Join our Sunday-school.