American Old Time Song Lyrics: 46 There Aint A Going To Be Any Core

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 46

There Ain't A-Going To Be Any Core.
Copyright, 1896, by Jos. Thome.
Words and Music by Frank Addis Kent.

Little Willie boy had a big red apple,
Sitting on his father's stoop:
Little Eddie boy comes around the corner,
Playing with his bull and hoop.
Little Eddie boy begs a bite of the apple,
Little Willie boy says "No" :
Little Eddie boy asks, "Can't I have the core, then?"
Little Willie boy laughs, "Ho! ho! ho!"

Refrain.
"There ain't a-going to be any core, there ain't a-going to be any core,
For I'm going to eat it all; you can go and throw your ball,
For I will not play with you any more.
There ain't a-going to be any core, there ain't a-going to be any core.
For I'm going to eat it all; you can go and throw your ball,
For there ain't a-going to be any core."

Little Eddie boy had his nice, new baseball,
Playing on the day before:
Little Willie boy came around to borrow,
Little Eddie slammed the door.
Now when little Eddie wants to bite the apple.
Little Willie boy says "No" ;
Little Eddie boy asks, "Can't I have the core, then?"
Little Willie boy laughs, "Ho! ho! ho!" -Refrain.

Little Willie boy and his playmate Eddie,
Childish though it seems to us,
Have their Imitators in men and women,
And it is ridiculous.
How we vent our spite and our mean, little grudges,
When a favor's asked say, "No,"
Just like little Willie, will not share our apple.
Answer with a mocking, "Ho! ho! ho!''-Refrain.