Little Millie’s Declamation.See my pretty ruffled dress!See my tienty locket!’Spects I’m most a lady now,’Cause I got a pocket.Those down here are my blue shoes,That I walk my feet in;’Cause it wouldn’t do to wearCopper toes to meetin’.See my pictured hankerfustSunday days I has it!I can blow a noise in churchMost like papa does it.Papa’s hitchin’ Jack and Gray,And they keep a prancin’;Horses don’t wear Sunday clothes—They don’t know they’re dancin’.Grandpa used to go with us—Now he’s gone to heaven;Guess he’s at the angel church,Up where God is livin’.I don’t take no cakes along—Never thing of eatin’;Don’t you want a nice clean kiss’Fore we go to meetin’.
See my pretty ruffled dress!See my tienty locket!’Spects I’m most a lady now,’Cause I got a pocket.Those down here are my blue shoes,That I walk my feet in;’Cause it wouldn’t do to wearCopper toes to meetin’.See my pictured hankerfustSunday days I has it!I can blow a noise in churchMost like papa does it.Papa’s hitchin’ Jack and Gray,And they keep a prancin’;Horses don’t wear Sunday clothes—They don’t know they’re dancin’.Grandpa used to go with us—Now he’s gone to heaven;Guess he’s at the angel church,Up where God is livin’.I don’t take no cakes along—Never thing of eatin’;Don’t you want a nice clean kiss’Fore we go to meetin’.
See my pretty ruffled dress!See my tienty locket!’Spects I’m most a lady now,’Cause I got a pocket.Those down here are my blue shoes,That I walk my feet in;’Cause it wouldn’t do to wearCopper toes to meetin’.See my pictured hankerfustSunday days I has it!I can blow a noise in churchMost like papa does it.Papa’s hitchin’ Jack and Gray,And they keep a prancin’;Horses don’t wear Sunday clothes—They don’t know they’re dancin’.Grandpa used to go with us—Now he’s gone to heaven;Guess he’s at the angel church,Up where God is livin’.I don’t take no cakes along—Never thing of eatin’;Don’t you want a nice clean kiss’Fore we go to meetin’.
See my pretty ruffled dress!
See my tienty locket!
’Spects I’m most a lady now,
’Cause I got a pocket.
Those down here are my blue shoes,
That I walk my feet in;
’Cause it wouldn’t do to wear
Copper toes to meetin’.
See my pictured hankerfustSunday days I has it!I can blow a noise in churchMost like papa does it.Papa’s hitchin’ Jack and Gray,And they keep a prancin’;Horses don’t wear Sunday clothes—They don’t know they’re dancin’.
See my pictured hankerfust
Sunday days I has it!
I can blow a noise in church
Most like papa does it.
Papa’s hitchin’ Jack and Gray,
And they keep a prancin’;
Horses don’t wear Sunday clothes—
They don’t know they’re dancin’.
Grandpa used to go with us—Now he’s gone to heaven;Guess he’s at the angel church,Up where God is livin’.I don’t take no cakes along—Never thing of eatin’;Don’t you want a nice clean kiss’Fore we go to meetin’.
Grandpa used to go with us—
Now he’s gone to heaven;
Guess he’s at the angel church,
Up where God is livin’.
I don’t take no cakes along—
Never thing of eatin’;
Don’t you want a nice clean kiss
’Fore we go to meetin’.