Redhead – Redhead – Gingerbreadhead, 1908.
words and music by Irene Franklin and Burt Green
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- I have more scraps than any kid that’s living
Ma says, I should be gentle and forgiving
She says, a temper is the worst of sins
And that ladies don’t kick peoples shins
Pa said, go on ahead and lick ’em Honey
Don’t let them call you names and get so funny
Pa’s been a redhead and knows you see
How the kids all yell at me, “There goes a
Chorus
Redhead, Redhead, Gingerbreadhead
Carrots, Brick Top, Gonden Rust Head
Rhot-a-Kopf and Sorrel Top, Gee!
I’d like to throw ’em in the pond
Redhead, Redhead, Gingerbreadhead
Freckle Face, Strawberry Blonde Head
Here’s a White Horse, hide your head
Why wasn’t I born a Blonde?
- I have a cousin Clarence James Van Austin
His eyes wear windows and he comes from Boston
Came for a week but only stayed two days
‘Cause he said, I had discultured ways
He said, Toodles dear, you have the disposition
That never goes with hair so purely Titian
That’s calling names so I just turned in
And knocked the stuffins out of him
He called me - One night last week our brand new house caught fire
Pa says, I set it off but he’s a liar
I lay a-bed sleeping nice and mild
when my ma yelled, “Fireman, save my child”
she grabbed me up and held me out the winder
Said, Save my Babe, or she will be a cinder
A fireman yelled, “There’s the flame boys, see”
And he turned the hose on me, for I’m a
Sung here by Fred Feild: