WHEN MAMMA LETS ME OUT.
Copyright, 1893. by The S. Brainard's Sons Co.
Words and Music by Frank H. Smith.
I'm a little girl that's very fond of merriment and glee,
I like to play with little boys about the size of me,
We have such jolly fan, you know, when mamma lets me out,
We play base-ball and ain't afraid to shout.
Then come on, boys, and let's play ball,
I can hit like the mischief If I am a little small;
Don't be scared to pitch 'em, for I'm not afraid of that,
I can always knock a home ran out when I am at the bat.
I like sometimes to skip the rope, and play at blindman's buff,
I also like to roll the hoop, when the streets are not too rough;
And then there's dolls, and bide and seek, and tag, and all the rest,
But then I like to play base-ball the best.-Chorus.
Between the times I've had from play I've always learned to dance,
I do my steps quite neat, you see, with taste and elegance;
So while I'm here to please you all, I'll let you see my style,
I'll do my best and dance for you awhile.-Dance.