American Old Time Song Lyrics: 53 Give Him The Moon To Play With

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 53

Give Him the Moon to Play with.
Copyright, 1898, by Frank Dean & Co.
Words and Music by Harry Dacre.

Nobody's baby can equal ours;
Oh, he's a beauty;
Laughing and crying like April showers;
he is the pet of us all:
Nothing's too good for our only boy,
Don't let him cry for the latest toy,
Give him whatever you think he'll enjoy,
Tears spoil his beauty.

Chorus.
Give him the moon to play with,
Give him the stars as well;
Give him the earth I What he Is worth
None but his mammy can tell;
Give him the moon to play with,
He is the household king;
Send up a kite on a bright starry night,
And pull down the moon with a string.

Up to the present he cannot walk;
Still he's a beauty;
"Dada" and 'Mamma" is all his talk,
How the words thrill thro' our hearts;
No other baby can speak so plain:
He is a child with a wondrous brain,
Now, what's the matter? he's crying again-
That spoils his beauty.- Chorus.

 Some day he'll rise to the height of fame;
Oh! he's a beauty;
Glory he'll shed on the family name,
Ev'ry one prophesies that;
See how he struggles and fights and cries
When the soap gets in the darling's eyes;
He is a hero in infant disguise,
So 'tis our duty.- Chorus.