Apple blossoms. Brothers;Brothers / words by Wm. Le Baron music by Victor Jacobi

VERSE 01: When your mother says that you can’t go out with any certain man/Do you obey when love always find a way./Why of course I think till I hit upon any simple little plan/Then down the street away from home we meet./Then sad, but true/You say,/Your brother met you.
CHORUS: There are hundreds of brothers/Who’d look strange to their mothers/Ev’ry girl must have one or two,/Some may have three/For there’s many a sister/Says ‘twas brother who kiss’d her./But no such bliss as that kiss belongs in the family./But no such bliss as that kiss belongs to a brother/In the family.
VERSE 02: When you want to dine with a certain man, but father says: “Oh no!”/Do you decline or do you go on and dine./Why of course I think till I hit upon some excuse that lets me go/Then home I run and tell them what I’ve done./Oh yes, you do!/You say,/Your brother took you.