Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me

<br>I can`t forget the day that I was born<br>Was on a cold and frosty winter`s morn`<br>The doctor said I was a chubby chap<br>But when the nurse, she took me on her lap<br>She washed me all over I re-member<br>And after powder-puffin` me, you see<br>She laid me in the cradle by the window<br>In The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me.<br><br>When I began to crawl it was a sight<br>I used to frighten mom from morn` til night<br>There`s no mistake I was a lttle curse<br>`Cause when my daddy, he came home from work<br>Every night he would say; "Where`s Little Sam got?"<br>As down the kitchen, happy as could be<br>They used to find me scrapin` out the jam pot<br>In The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me.<br><br>The first day that I wore my Knickerbocks<br>I felt so funny after wearin` smocks<br>I looked a little picture, they did say<br>But when they let me out to run and play<br>Well, I didn`t like the britches I was wearin`<br>And in the street I took `em off, you see<br>I started walkin` home so bold and darin`<br>In The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me.<br><br>Last year when I was on my holiday<br>Upon the briny ocean I did gaze<br>The water looked so nice I thought I`d go<br>To have a swim, but, in a minute, oh<br>All the girls along the beach at me were starin`<br>And some were takin` pictures, I could see<br>Was a good thing for me that I was wearin`<br>The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me.