I DON'T WANT TO PLAY IN YOUR YARD
Words by Philip Wingate; Music by H. W. Petrie.

Sheet Music.

Once there lived, side by side, two little maids.
Both of them dressed alike, hair down in braids;_
Both in white pinnaforres, stockings of red;
Little sun bonnets tied on each pretty head.
When school was over, secrets they'd tell,
Whispering arm in arm, down in the dell._
One day a quarrel came, big tears were shed;_
"You can't play in our yard," but the other said:_


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"I don't want to play in your yard,
I don't love you any more,
You'll be sorry when you see me
Swinging on my garden door._
You can't come and pick my pansies,
You can't climb my apple tree,
I don't want to play in your yard
If you won't be good to me.


Next day two other maids each other miss,
Quarrels are soon made up, sealed by a kiss;_
Then, hand in hand again, tears no more flow,
Friends all thro' life to be, lovingly they go.
School days soon pass away, sorrows and bliss,
But love remembers yet, quarrels and kiss.
In dreams of childish days they hear the cry
"You can't play in our yard," and the old reply:_


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