I Don't Want Your Playthings
Copyright, 1897, by Consolidated Music Pub. Ass'n.
By Ralph Greenbaum.
Two little sweethearts they quarreled one day.
As children often will, seated at play-
You cannot play with me, put my toys down.
For I don't like you, she said, with a frown;
I know I am rich, my mamma told me;
Your clothes are torn and you're poor as can be;
Sadly he stood there and bowed down his head.
Tears dimmed his eyes as he said:
I don't want your playthings; they're no good to me.
For I'll go away and leave you, then how sorry you will be;
I don't want your playthings, and some day you'll rue;
I don't want to play with your toys, and I'll never speak to you.
Sadly he told her. with tears in his eye.
I have no papa, Nell, my toys to buy.
And when at school, fond playmates were we;
I always loved you and thought you loved me.
Jack, please forgive me, she said to the lad,
You're still my sweetheart, so do not be mad.
Nell. I forgive you, again let us play.
And no more you'll hear me say:-Chorus.