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A Freckle-Faced Boy.

I'm just in my glory when the cat I can tease,

Or I'm hunting for bird nests up in the trees,

And I wear out my pants in the seat and the knees;

I'm the pride of my daddy, my mammy's own joy--

A frolicsome, rollicksome, freckle-faced boy!

II.

I can make a top hum, and at marbles, you bet,

I'm the cock of the walk and the king of the "set;"

I'm hearty and healthy--and don't you forget

The dead loads of "goodies" that I can destroy--

I'm a frolicsome, rollicksome, freckle-faced boy!

III.

They send me to school with my satchel and books,

And my pockets bulged out with nails and fish-hooks;

And sometimes while there my teacher she looks

And captures the things that provoke and annoy

From a frolicsome, rollicksome, freckle-faced boy!

IV.

My mammy she says that it's quite evident

Of the country some day I'll be President;

But auntie, she says from the way I am bent

The gold of her dream will be full of alloy

From a frolicsome, rollicksome, freckle-faced boy!

I'm huntin' for fun, and I don't have a care,

And there's dirt on my hands, and I don't comb my hair,

And off-colored patches quite often I wear;

But there's no kind of sport the young heart can cloy

Of a frolicsome, rollicksome, freckle-faced boy!