American Old Time Song Lyrics: 52 Oh Gee I Wish I Was Big

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 52

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Copyright, 1896, by H. W. Petrie
Words and Music by Little Blossom.

My ma won't let me make mud pies, 'cause I would get all dirt,
And she won't let me climb our fence, she's 'fraid that I'll get hurt,
And when I pinch my mother's arm till I leave a big black spot.
My ma gets mad und slaps my band, and 'buses me a lot.

Oh, see! I wish I was big and could fight just like the men,
Then my mamma would be 'fraid of me, and would not dare whip me again.
Oh, see! I wish I was big, with my brother I'd get square;
'Cause when he tried to slap me, I'd pull his curly hair.

Sometimes I get so lonesome like, and want to have some fun,
Throw water on our pussy cat-oh, golly, don't she run;
And then I think of other tricks that are naughty I can do,
And elide down our old cellar door-I think it's fun, don't you?-Refrain.
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