JUST BECAUSE THEY PUT HIM INTO TROUSERS
Copyright, 1896, by Francis, Day & Hunter.
Words and Music by Lawrence Barclay.
You know my brother Gussie,
That little chap so high-
You know, the one that wore white frocks
And pretty pale blue tie-
The one that I used to take to schoolHe's got so stuck up now;
Well, if he meets me in the street,
He'll raise his hat and bow-
Just because Ma's put him into trousers,
He tells me now to go and play at houses.
My Ma is all to blame, for she would not buy me a pair, you see-
Will anybody buy a pair of trousers now for me?
I have to wear frocks, daily.
And keep 'em nice and white-
He plays at jumping over back
Just to his heart's delight.
He can't, do wrong-I can't do right,
I daren't Upset a curl,
'Cause he's a man, 'cause he wears pants.
And I am still a girl.- Chorus.
He thinks himself so clever,
A soldier he must be;
He thought he'd be a drummer boy
Or bugler, don't you see.
He said, "I'll be a Highlander
And do the 'Highland fling,'"
But when he got the kilts on, well'Twas quite another thing.
Just because they took away his trousers,
He feels the wind a-blowing 'round the houses;
And now he makes an awful fuss because he daren't Climb on a 'bus-
Will anybody buy a pair of trousers now for Gus?
Gus, I must tell you, lately
Has had to stop in bed;[
He tried to catch some tiddlers,
But fell in the pond instead.
He didn't mind the bath a bit;
He soon crawled to the side,J
The only thing that hurt him, and
The reason why he cried, was:
Just because he'd been and spoilt his trousers,
His extra special pair of "'Round my houses:"
The way he walked, he'd make you die, I laughed until I had to cry-
Will some one lend poor Gus a pair of trousers that are dry?