Copyright. 1897, by George L. Spaulding.
Words by Sidney Rosenfeld. Music by Ludwig Englander.
Shall I sing of the flowers, shall I sing of the birds,
Sing whatever you like, as we can't hear the words;
But can't you suggest what you'd like to hear next,
A teedelum, a tadelum's my favorite text.
A teedelum, a tadelum's his favorite text.
When the swallows homeward fly
A teedelum, a tadelum.
Mother, I've come home to die,
Teedelum, a tadelum a teedelum, a tadelum, tadelnm.
Teedelum, a tadelum, a teedelum, a tadelum, a teedelum, a tadelum
What matter what words you endeavor to sing,
You'll find after all that music's the thing,
But poets have rights you must certainly own,
The man who wrote tadelum's the best poet known;
The man who wrote tadelum's the best poet known,
Birdie, I am growing old,
A teedelum, tadelum;
Silver threads among the gold.
A teedelum, tadelum. etc
Teedelum, a tadelum, a teedelum, a tadelum, a teedel, teedel, teedel.