IT DON'T BELONG TO ME.
Copyright, 1881, by White, Smith & Co.
By Dan Lewis.
When I was but a little boy I used to go to school-
There I was so very good, some said I was a fool;
But yet I never claimed a thing that didn't belong to me,
I always was as honest And as truthful as could be.
The other day, as I walked out, by a policeman I was stopped;
He said, "Young man, this purse of gold now from your pocket dropped,"
But as I never carried one, And had but little coin,
As an honest boy I did reply, "The purse it is not mine."
It don't belong to me, it don't belong to me,
I always was an honest boy, as truthful as could be,
And never yet have claimed a thing that didn't belong to me,
For I was always honest and as truthful as could be.
My wages being very small, I live in humble style,
But with the girls I lardy dah, among the great and fine;
I tell them almost everything, for I've got lots of cheek,
But little they knew I do the swell upon five dollars a week.
The other day I bought a herring, I placed it in my hat,
I saw a lady come down the street, I knew she'd stop to chat;
My hat blew off, the herring fell out, the street boys laughed with glee,
But when they brought it back I said, it don't belong to me.-Chorus.
I occupy a front room in a house in Camden town,
And in the back there lives a girl, a Miss Jemima Brown;
Whene'er I chance to speak to her or pass the time of day,
Or do a little gossip in a friendly kind of way-
The other night when I came home, oh, what a dreadful scene,
The landlord, rushing after me, says, "Dan, what does this mean?
Miss Brown has gone and left behind that infant, as you see."
Says I, "'Tis quite surprising, but it don't belong to me." - Chorus.