I'm a Little Too Young to Know.
Copyright, 1883, by Francis, Day & Hunter.
Words by Charles Reeve. Music by F. W. Venton.
I'm always being snubbed, I am, if I should dare to speak;
The simplest question I may ask is put off for a week.
I only said to mother once, "Please may I have a beau?"
Said she, "My pet, oh no, not yet, 'cause you're too young to know."
I'm a little too young to know, you know, a little too young to know;
Some day I'll be bolder, when I'm a bit older, but now I'm too young to know.
I've got a little brother, and he's only three weeks old;
He's always wrapped in flannels, too, to keep him from the cold.
My dadda said he bought him cheap, but he did scold me, though:
He wouldn't tell me what it cost, 'cause I'm too young to know.-Refrain.
And once I asked my Ma about some ladies nicely dressed,
They call them fairies, I've been told, I've seen them in the West;
The fairies, in the books I've read, had wings that they could show,
And after dark were never seen, but-I'm too young to know.-Refrain.
My brother's got a sweetheart, so I thought I'd have a lark;
One night they were love-making, when I put them in the dark.
But why they seemed so pleased at it, and didn't scold, oh not
And gave me, too, a shilling each, why-I'm too young to know.-Refrain.