Do Buy Me That, Mamma, Dear.
Copyright, 1894, by Francis, Day & Hunter.
Words by Malcolm Arnold. Musio by Orlando Powell.
Although I'm nearly seventeen, they think me quite a child-
Because I still am fond of toys,-my mamma gets so wild;
And 'cos just now and then I want some new thing to be trying,
And ask Mamma to get it me, they say I'm always crying:
Do buy me that, Mamma; I won't break it;
Really, I won't. Mamma; let me take it;
I want it for my own, to play with all alone-
Do buy me that, Mamma, dear.
Now Misses Green, a lady friend, has added to her list
Of little mouths another one, which all the neighbors kissed;
They took me in to see it, and declared that it was shocking
For me to say before them all, while baby I was rocking:-Chorus.
I've heard they've got a lodger in the house that's next to us;
She must be very nice, because the boys there make a fuss;
I think that we should have one, too-I'm tired of each old thing-
It surely isn't wrong to ask, although they call me bold thing.- Chorus.
In Herald Square, the other day, I took a little walk;
I met a girl with golden locks, and French, too, she could talk;
I thought that she was extra nice-I wanted new toys badly-
So then I started saying, as I capered 'round her madly:-Chorus.