American Old Time Song Lyrics: 43 Clamber Closer Clara
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 43
CLAMBER CLOSER, CLARA.
Copyright, 1891, by Francis, Day & Hunter.
Written by John P. Harington. Composed by Geo. Le Brunn.
When Cousin Clara was a mite, no higher than my knee,
She always took a strange delight in clamb'ring up on me;
But boys and girls have childish tiffs and lovers go on strike,
And oft I'd say when Clara was-well-cold and distant like-
Clamber closer, Clara: clamber closer, do;
Can't you clamber closer when I want you to;
Come, put your arms around me, let us bill and coo;
Clamber closer, Clara; can't you? clamber closer, do.
When I was quite a big boy Clara's dad showed me the door;
Thought I, ah, but I'll see her still. though he said call no more,
I clambered in his apple tree and Clara clambered too,
And oft I'd say to Clara: I say, if you love me true- Chorus.
But now I've squared her dad again, and I call very oft
To see her in the sitting: room, und woo in accents soft.
She often sits upon my knee to talk romantic stuff,
Then I, for fun, say: Clara, dear, that's not quite close enough.-Chorus.