"UNCLE SAM" SONGS

Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 14, 21 October 1927, Page 15

"UNCLE SAM" SONGS

Ht ' LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE, Little Orphant Annie’s come to our house to stay, 4x’ wosh the cups and saucers up, and brush the crumbs away, Aw shoo the chickens off the porch, aw dust the hearth an’ sweep, Aw make the fire, an’ bake the bread, aw’ earn her board and keep; Aw all of us other children, when the supper things is done, We sit around the kitchen fire an’ has the mostest fun, A-list’'nin’ to the witch tales *ot Annie tells about, Aw the gobble-uns ’at gits you Ef you don’t watch outl Onc’t there was @ litile boy wouldn’? say his prayers. Aw when he went to bed *at night, away upstairs, His mammy hecrd him holler, aw his daddy heerd him bawl, Aw when they turn’t the kivvers down he wasnt there at all] An they secked him in the rafter room an’ cubby holes aw press, Aw seekcd him up the chimney-flue, an’ ever’wheres, I guess; But all they ever found was thist his pants an’ round-about! An’ the gobbla-uns "ll git you Ef you don’t watch out! Aw little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue, the lampwick sputters, an’ the wind goes woo-00, An? you hear the crickets quit, an’ the moon is grey, Aw the ladybirds in dew is all squenched away; You better mind yer parents, and yer teachers, fond and dear, Aw cherish them *at loves you, an’ dry the orphant’s tear, Aw’ he’p the pore an needy ones ’at clusters all about, ‘Aw the gobble-uns Il git you . Ef vou dowi weaich coutl

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James Whitcomb

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