Auntie / words by F.E. Weatherly music by A.H. Behrend

You’re my little true lover/You’re my little boy blue/But I’m your old Auntie darling/And I cannot marry you./’Tis grand to be six years old, dear,/With pence in a money box,/To ride on a wooden horse, dear,/And leave off baby socks,/’Tis grand to be going to school, dear,/’Tis fine to be dress’d in blue,/But I’m your old Auntie, darling,/And I cannot marry you./No one has married me, darling,/How can I tell you why?/’Tis such an old, old story,/’Tis such a while gone by./No one has married me darling,/No one will marry me now,/For who would marry an old maid,/With wrinkles on her brow?/But you’re a little true lover,/You’re my little boy blue/And I love to think that the whole world/Is happy and bright like you,/One will marry you darling,/When you’re a man one day/Who’ll love and cherish you darling,/When Auntie is gone away,/And if she should ask about me,/Was I cross and sour and gray,/Tell her the clouds will gather,/One cannot always be gay/Tell her I loved you, darling,/Tell her for you I pray/Old maids have hearts, my darling,/Whatever the world may say.