Clamber Closer, Clara - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
CLAMBER CLOSER, CLARA. Copyright, 1891, by Francis, Day & Hunter. Written by John P. Harington. Composed by Geo. Le Brunn. 
When Cousin Clara was a mite, no higher than my knee, She always took a strange delight in clamb'ring up on me; But boys and girls have childish tiffs and lovers go on strike, And oft I'd say when Clara was-well-cold and distant like-
Chorus. Clamber closer, Clara: clamber closer, do; Can't you clamber closer when I want you to; Come, put your arms around me, let us bill and coo; Clamber closer, Clara; can't you? clamber closer, do. 
When I was quite a big boy Clara's dad showed me the door; Thought I, ah, but I'll see her still. though he said call no more, I clambered in his apple tree and Clara clambered too, And oft I'd say to Clara: I say, if you love me true- Chorus. 
But now I've squared her dad again, and I call very oft To see her in the sitting: room, und woo in accents soft. She often sits upon my knee to talk romantic stuff, Then I, for fun, say: Clara, dear, that's not quite close enough.-Chorus.