Copyright, 1888, by Benj W. Hitchcock.
Words by Johnny Prindie. Music by Prof. Jas. Wall.
I'm Reuben Glue from old Varmount, oh, how d'ye like my style?
I see you're on to the cut of my clothes by the way you wink And smile.
I am my mamma's baby boy, so cute, so fresh, so fat,
That the girls all stare at me and say, "For heaven's sakes, what's that?"
It's the nearest to what is it that's ever been seen about;
It walks, it talks, just like any man-can any one make it out?
I am my mamma's pride and joy, and always have my way,
For I'm so cute, and so cunning also, that I won't live they say.
Ma says I look so much like pa-red eyes and ginger hair.
For his ambrotype it took the prize at last year's cattle fair.- Chorus.
I goll!' when I am twenty-one-I'm only seven yet-
Ma says I'll marry a real woman-won't that be fun? you bet!
I went last night to see a girl; she came out to the door;
When she gazed upon this manly form, she fell right through the floor. Cho.