American Old Time Song Lyrics: 42 Good For Nothing Nan

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 42

GOOD FOR NOTHING NAN.
Copyright, 1893, by Francis, Day & Hunter.
Words by Thos Le Brunn. Music by Geo. Le Brunn.

Good for nothing, people say I am, and just because I romp about;
Would they have me quiet as a lamb, And never dance or jump or shout?
Now straight, I try my best not to annoy,
I can't be thought a little penny toy;
Bless the cat, why was I not a boy? I cannot for my life make out.

Refrain.
Mother scolds and father always whacks me
With his boot, and that is mighty big;
Good for nothing lump, I shout und jump,
And what I am I doesn't care a fig.

Good for nothing, never wash my face until the Sunday morn comes 'round:
All my clothes are scattered 'round the place, my Sunday hat cannot be found.
And with the kids around our way I fight,
I whack 'em, too, with all my strength and might:
Play at jump back morning, noon and night, I'm a scorcher to the very ground.

Refrain.
Mother scolds and father always whacks me
With his boot, and that is mighty big:
Good for nothing lump, I shout and jump,
And what I am I doesn't cure a fig.

Good for nothing, still I'll ever be "a fal-de-ral-da!" sort of a girl:
Stuck-up girls they never look at me, because I'm lively as a squir'l.
My dress, you see, is nearly always torn.
My face was dirty, yes, since I was born;
Still, dirt keeps me, Oh, so nice and warm, my rats tails never, never curl.

Refrain.
Mother scolds and father always whacks me
With his boot, and that is mighty big;
Good for nothing lump, I shout and jump,
And what I am i doesn't care a fig.