I Don't Want Your Playthings - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
I Don't Want Your Playthings Copyright, 1897, by Consolidated Music Pub. Ass'n. By Ralph Greenbaum. 
Two little sweethearts they quarreled one day. As children often will, seated at play-You cannot play with me, put my toys down. For I don't like you, she said, with a frown; I know I am rich, my mamma told me; Your clothes are torn and you're poor as can be; Sadly he stood there and bowed down his head. Tears dimmed his eyes as he said: 
Chorus. I don't want your playthings; they're no good to me. For I'll go away and leave you, then how sorry you will be; I don't want your playthings, and some day you'll rue; I don't want to play with your toys, and I'll never speak to you. 
Sadly he told her. with tears in his eye. I have no papa, Nell, my toys to buy. And when at school, fond playmates were we; I always loved you and thought you loved me. Jack, please forgive me, she said to the lad, You're still my sweetheart, so do not be mad. Nell. I forgive you, again let us play. And no more you'll hear me say:-Chorus.