I
love the country air, I love the Summer time, I
love to linger in the shade or bask in the old sun-
shine: I never borrow trouble, as
long as I eat you see, For ev'ry day is
Sunday, they all look alike to me.
Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me,
Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me, It
doesn't matter if it rains or snows, My
one ambition is to get the dough:
Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me,
Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me,
What would Rockefeller give to have, an
appetite like mine. mine.
I
traveled all around, to New York for a lark, I
went to sleep upon a bench out in Central
Park, But soon I was awakened, was
funny don't you see, It looked like a country
orchard a pear beneath each tree.
Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me,
Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me, I
say old boy, you can plainly see, The
best thing for you is to twenty-three:
Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me,
Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me,
I was quite afraid some spooney girl, Would
pin a rose on me. me.