A popular song from the year 1907.
Words by Frank Tannehill Jr.
Music by Hugo Frey.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by Jonathan Parks:
Lyrics
- It isn’t a title I care for
It isn’t a mansion so fine
It’s just one boy with winning ways
Oh don’t I wish he was mine
It isn’t his wealth that I covet
His sorrows and joys I would share
I’d ride with him on a trolley
Or walk if he hadn’t the fare
Chorus
I could love him in a palace
Or a cottage built for two
On the ocean, on the prairie
Or a mountain top would do
In a hall room, in a ballroom
Ev’ry minute of the day
Any time, any place, any way
- I’d see that his buttons were sewed on
I’d see that his slippers were warm
I’d chop the wood to cook his chops
He’d bless the day I was born
I wouldn’t be jealous or nag him
I’d say “go and have a good time”
But I’d take the precaution to tag him
So the girls would all know he was mine - I never would argue or cross him
If he said black was white I’d say “yes”
If he said the moon was made of cheese
I’d say “yes it is dear, I guess”
For that is a sure way to hold him
If he’s wrong make believe he is right
I’d even stand for the story
Of the sick friend he sat with all night - If it came to a question of eating
I’m sure he would never complain
I’d give him ice cream ev’ry day
And on Sunday he’d get the same
I’d feed him right up to the limit
He should dine off the fat of the land
He’d follow me ’round ev’ry minute
And in time he’d eat out of my hand
Sung here by Vancha March: