I'll never forget the day that I was born It was on a cold and frosty winter morn The doctor said I was a chubby chap And when the nurse she took me on her lap Oh she bathed me all over I remember And after powder-puffing me you see She put me in a cradle near the window In that little shirt my mother made for me When I began to crawl it was a sight I used to frighten mom from morn' til night There's no mistake I was a lttle curse 'Cause when my daddy, he came home from work Every night he would say; "Where's Little Sam got?" As down the kitchen, happy as could be They used to find me scrapin' out the jam pot In The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me. The first day I wore my knickerbocks I felt so funny after wearing frocks I looked a little picture they did say But when they left me out to run and play Oh I didn't like the pants that I was wearing So in the street I took them off you see And I started walking home so brave and daring In that little shirt my mother made for me And then to school they said that I must go I didn't like my teacher you must know And when I played the truant quite so dear The teacher said now boy you come here With a big stick she beat around upon me There's no mistake about my pedigree I had the map of Scotland painted on me Neath that little shirt my mother made for me Last year when I was on my holiday Upon the briny ocean I did gaze The water looked so nice I thought I'd go To have a swim, but, in a minute, oh All the girls along the beach at me were starin' And some were takin' pictures, I could see Was a good thing for me that I was wearin' The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me.

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