They always pick on me / words by Stanley Murphy music by Harry Von Tilzer
MLA Citation
Von Tilzer, Harry, 1872-1946. “They always pick on me / words by Stanley Murphy music by Harry Von Tilzer.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 23 May 2022, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/36705. Accessed 19 Jan. 2025.
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Title | They always pick on me / words by Stanley Murphy music by Harry Von Tilzer |
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Subject | Popular music -- 1911-1920 |
Description | For voice and piano;Caption title |
Creator | Von Tilzer, Harry, 1872-1946 |
Publisher | New York : Harry Von Tilzer Music Pub. Co. |
Date | 1911 |
Contributor | Murphy, Stanley, 1875-1919 |
Rights | |
Format | Sheet music |
Published works | |
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Type | Image |
Text | |
Identifier | SMC02261 |
https://digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/36705 | |
Alternative Title | First line of text: When I was born my Pa and Ma they looked at me and said |
Is Part Of | Sheet Music Collection, Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives, University Libraries, Bowling Green State University |
References | https://maurice.bgsu.edu:443/record=b2529429~S9 |
VERSE 1: When I was born my Pa and Ma/ They looked at me and said oh pshaw/ The doctor said It's a girl I think/ And Paw went out and got a drink./ Then Ma said I looked just like Pa and Pa said I took after Ma/ Aunt Jane said I looked like a quince/ And I've been a step-child ever since. VERSE 2: My Ma put me to bed and said/ The Angels watched me in the bed/ They wouldn't let things frighten me,/ Then the Angels started biting me;/ When my Ma sends me to the store/ I lose the change then she gets sore,/ I lost my cat and my bow-wow,/ I think I'm losing something noe. VERSE 3: One morning just at four o'clock/ Somebody tried to pick our lock/ I knew t'was papa sure as sin/ And opened the door and let him in,/ My Ma said what time is it Pa,/ It's twelve o'clock my Pa told Ma,/ Just then the Cuckoo Cuckooed four/ And Pa made me Cuckoo eight times more. CHORUS: They always, always pick on me/ They never, never let me be/ I'm so very lonesome, awfully sad/ It's a long time since I've been glad,But,/ I know what I'll do bye and bye/ I'll eat some words and then I'll die/ And when I'm gone you wait and see/ They'll all be sorry that they picked on me. | |
Original Format | 1 score (5 pages) 35 cm |