From the musical “Comin’ Thro’ the Rye”, 1905.
words and music by Dave Lewis, Paul Schindler, Bob Adams
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- I love the country air, I love the Summer time
I love to linger in the shade or bask in the old sunshine
I never borrow trouble, as long as I eat you see
For every day is Sunday, they all look alike to me
Chorus
Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me
Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me
It doesn’t matter if it rains or snows
My one ambition is to get the dough
Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me
Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me
What would Rockefeller give to have
An appetite like mine
- I traveled all around, to New York for a lark
I went to sleep upon a bench out in Central Park
But soon I was awakened, was funny don’t you see
It looked like a country orchard a pear beneath each tree
Chorus
Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me
Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me
I say old boy, you can plainly see
The best thing for you is to twenty-three
Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me
Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me
I was quite afraid some spooney girl
Would pin a rose on me
Sung here by Fred Feild: