From the musical “Miss 1917”
Words by P. G. Wodehouse
Music by Jerome Kern
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Mother sat at home preserving peaches every day
Father said he’d like to help, if he could find the way
Mother sent him out to pick some peaches on the spot
And he picked an awful lot
Refrain
Father started picking peaches
He said he’d found the job he liked the best
Father started picking peaches
He never seemed to need a rest
Every day he wandered in the orchard
And though the work was hard, he never kicked
He picked each peach that came in reach
And here are a few of the peaches father picked
- Mother caught him picking them one summer afternoon
Mother’s gone to Reno, and the case will come on soon
Lots of alimony poor papa will have to pay
When the judge hears mother say
Sung here by Vancha March: