Emma Kaufmann Camp, Harmony, Pennsylvania
1943

The lyrics are almost identical to what has been posted with a couple of exceptions.


Oh, I was born one night one morn When the whistle went "Boom, Boom."
I can bake a steak or fry a cake When the mud pies are in bloom.
Does six and six make nine? Does ice come from a mine?
Was Old Black Joe an Eskimo In the Good old summertime?

Oh, I can loop-the-loop in the noodle soup Just to give my socks a shine.
I'm the guilty judge who stole the fudge. Three cheers for Old Lang Syne!
I cannot tell a lie. I hocked a case of Rye.
'Twas in a tree beneath the sea Above the bright blue sky.

Oh if Easter eggs don't wash their legs, Their children will be ducks.
I'd rather have a lemon pie Than forty-seven bucks.
Way down in Ashbaloney They spit right down your phonio
But that's a lot of balonyio, Paderewski, blow your horn. (Toot, toot!)


I've sung this all of my life and that's a long time ...

CAH