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PLAYMATES



Playmate come out and play with me.
And bring your dollies three,
Climb up my apple tree,
Look down my rain barrel,
Slide down my cellar door,
And we'll be jolly friends,
Forever more!



I'm sorry, playmate,
I cannot play with you.
My dollies have the flu.
Boo-hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Ain't got no rain barrel,
Ain't got no cellar door.
But we'll be jolly friends,
Forever more!




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I Don't Want To Play
In Your Yard


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Once there lived side by side,
Three little girls
Used to dress just alike,
Hair down in curles
Red gingam pinafores,
Stockings of red
Little sunbonnets tied
On each pretty head.


When school was over,
Secrets they'd tell,
Whispering arm in arm,
Down by the well.
One day a quarrel came,
Hot tears were shed:
"You can't play in our yard",
But the other said:

"I don't want to play in your yard,
I don't like you anymore!
You'll be sorry when you see me
  Sliding down our cellar door.
You can't holler down our rainbarrel,
You can't climb our apple tree!
Oh, I don't want to play in your yard
If you won't be good to me."

Next day three little maids
Each other miss,
Quarrels are soon made up,
Sealed with a kiss.

Then hand in hand again
Happy as they go.
Friends all thro' life to be,
They love each other so.

Soon school days pass away,
Sorrows and bliss.
But love remembers yet,
Quarrels and kiss,
In sweet dream of childhood,
We hear the cry:
"You can't play in our yard,"
And the old reply:


"I don't want to play in your yard,
I don't like you anymore!
You'll be sorry when you see me
  Sliding down our cellar door.
You can't holler down our rain barrel,
You can't climb our apple tree!
Oh, I don't want to play in your yard
If you won't be good to me."