American Old Time Song Lyrics: 11 Kitty, The Baby And I

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 11

KITTY, THE BABY AND I.
Copyright, 1884, by Will J. Hardman.

We dwell in a sweet little cottage alone,
Dear Kitty, the baby and I,
Where clouds never gather to darken our hearts,
The wealth of the world we defy;
An organ sets out in the parlor so neat,
Where all is. so cozy to me,
At evening while Kitty she plays and she sings,
I dance little babe on my knee.

Chorus.
Kitty, the baby and I, Kitty, the baby and I,
We've friends by the score and a great many more,
Kitty, the baby and I.
Kitty, the baby and I, Kitty, the baby and I,
Come over and see how contented are we,
Kitty, the baby and I.

We have a piazza surrounded by greens,
Where baby takes lessons to walk.
And where oft I play little pig with his toes,
And laugh at his sweet childish talk;
The cottage is filled with the sweetest perfume,
Of flowers so dear to the eye;
And down by the meadow at twilight we stroll,
Dear Kitty, the baby and I.-Chorus.

We've queer little chicks, and a big woolly dog,
That baby will scold loud and long.
The neighbors drop in with the brightest of smiles,
To have a good laugh or a song;
The oddest of knick-knacks hang round on the wall,
But none bring a tear or a sigh;
The cottage, the organ, and all. they belong
To Kitty, the baby and I.-Chorus.