American Old Time Song Lyrics: 05 Up In A Mulberry Tree
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 5
Up in a Mulberry Tree.
As sung by Miss Annie Pixley.
I'm a daughter of Eve, I would not deceive,
So please to think kindly of me,
I'm not plain to view, but I'm looking at you,
Up in a mulberry tree.
Half-hidden in leaves, one barely perceives
A bonny big baby called me;
A sweet little girl, with her hair all a-curl,
Up in a mulberry tree.
Her small finger-tips are stained, And her lips
Arc purple as purple can be;
'Twould tell tales to kiss such a merry young miss,
Up in a mulberry tree.
I firmly believe is the daughter of Eve,
This dimpled young damsel named me,
Would tempt one with fruit, and then kiss him to boot,
Up in a mulberry tree.