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

A frolicsome, rollicksome, freckle-faced boy!

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!

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!

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!

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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,

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