Freckles 1919

Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK - 19 Jul 2002

He 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.

Freckles 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 pulled 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!

Freckles 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 pulled 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 bay
one was black and seven were grey,
ev'rybody said "Freckles!"
he always got the blame!

In 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.

Freckles 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 pulled 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!

Freckles 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 pulled 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 bay
one was black and seven were grey,
ev'rybody said "Freckles!"
he always got the blame!

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Freckles 1919
by Cliff Hess, Milton Ager and Howard Johnson
copyright MCMXIX by Leo Feist Inc., N.Y.
in London UK by Herman Darewski Music Pub. Co.
sequence and karaoke by Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK
on Friday 19 July 2002 at 22.26
in association with Doug Grierson
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introduced with great success
by Nora Bayes
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