Title

Freckles

Music ID

VP_001405

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VP_001405 Verse 1He was just a Kid a little red head, pugnosed Kid, And tho' he was his mother's pride and joy, He was worse than "Pecks bad boy." I lived right next door beside the Village grocery store And we went to school together in those days of yore. Chorus 1Freckles was his name, He always used to get the blame, for ev'ry broken window pane Oh how they'd yank him and spank him How he'd tease the girls When in school he'd pull their curls And tho' his marks were lower than Kid's much slower His mark was perfect with the old bean blower, People used to coax, young Freckles not to play his jokes, The way he'd fool the village folks, it was a shame, And when the teacher found a tack on her chair, Tho' a hundred children were there, Ev'rybody said "FRECKLES!" he always got the blame! Verse 2In a marble game he'd shoot and never miss his aim, At spinning tops that Kid was sure to win, His top had the longest spin. At the swimming place you'd always see his grinning face And down at the old Church picnic he'd win ev'ry race. Chorus 2Freckles was his name, He always used to get the blame, for ev'ry broken window pane Oh how they'd fan him and tan him How he'd tease the girls When in school he'd pull their curls His little face was ruddy but not from study You ought to see him in a scrap, Oh, Buddy! People used to coax, young Freckles not to play his jokes, The way he'd fool the village folks, it was a shame, And when the cat had kittens up in the hay, One was black and seven were gray, Ev'rybody said "FRECKLES!" he always got the blame!

Physical Description

1 score (4 p.) : ill. ; 31 cm.

Publication Date

1919

Publisher

Leo Feist, Inc

Publication Place

New York

Freckles

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