A 1919 popular song.
Words and music by Cliff Hess, Milton Ager, Howard Johnson
The sheet music:
Accompaniment track:
Lyrics
1. 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
Chorus
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’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
They 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! blame!
2. 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 every race
Chorus
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’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
They 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! blame!
Sung here by Fred Feild: