Words by Charley Reed. Arranged by H. Wannemacher.
I'm the father of a bouncing boy. He looks just like his Pa, He's the picture of mammy, And the image of his Dada; He was eight months old the other day, He is a noble youth, We have been almost crazy since He got his first front tooth.
Cho. - George, dear, George, dear, can't you guess the truth, George, dear, George, dear, bless the little youth; Do get up and light the fire, Turn the gas a little higher, Go and tell your Aunt Maria baby's got a tooth.
I went home late the other night, And soon was sound asleep, When suddenly I was awoke, By sounds that made me weep; My wife she grabbed me by the arm, And, says get up you brute, The pride and joy of all of us, Has got a nice front tooth. - Cho.
Now married men, take my advice, When first you do get wed, Don't ever try to go I've said; Don't ever go to sleep; But to save your self from trouble of The darling little pet, Don't wait until it gets a tooth Buy it a nice false set. - Cho.
Wm. J. Schmidt, 360 Mulberry Street, Baltimore.
Publisher of American, English, Irish, Dutch, Negro, Sailor, Soldier, Comic Humerous [sic], College, Sentimental, Social and Rligious [sic], Choice Selected Songs.
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