Do Buy Me That, Mamma, Dear - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Do Buy Me That, Mamma, Dear. Copyright, 1894, by Francis, Day & Hunter. Words by Malcolm Arnold. Musio by Orlando Powell. 
Although I'm nearly seventeen, they think me quite a child-Because I still am fond of toys,-my mamma gets so wild; And 'cos just now and then I want some new thing to be trying, And ask Mamma to get it me, they say I'm always crying: 
Chorus. Do buy me that, Mamma; I won't break it; Really, I won't. Mamma; let me take it; I want it for my own, to play with all alone-Do buy me that, Mamma, dear. 
Now Misses Green, a lady friend, has added to her list Of little mouths another one, which all the neighbors kissed; They took me in to see it, and declared that it was shocking For me to say before them all, while baby I was rocking:-Chorus. 
I've heard they've got a lodger in the house that's next to us; She must be very nice, because the boys there make a fuss; I think that we should have one, too-I'm tired of each old thing-It surely isn't wrong to ask, although they call me bold thing.- Chorus. 
In Herald Square, the other day, I took a little walk; I met a girl with golden locks, and French, too, she could talk; I thought that she was extra nice-I wanted new toys badly-So then I started saying, as I capered 'round her madly:-Chorus.