I Don't Want To Play
In Your Yard
Once there lived side by side, two little girls
Used to dress just alike, hair done in curls
Blue gingam pinafores, stockings of red
Little sunbonnets tied on each pretty head.
Whispering arm in arm, down by the well.
One day a quarrel came, hot tears were shed:
"You can't play in our yard", but the other said:
"I don't want to play in your yard,
I don't like you anymore!
You'll be sorry when you see me
Sliding down our cellar door.
You can't holler down our rainbarrel,
You can't climb our apple tree!
Oh, I don't want to play in your yard
If you won't be good to me."
Next day two little maids each other miss,
Quarrels are soon made up, sealed with a kiss.
Then hand in hand again happy as they go.
Friends all thro' life to be, they love each other so.
Soon school days pass away, sorrows and bliss.
But love remembers yet, Quarrels and kiss,
In sweet dream of childhood, we hear the cry:
"You can't play in our yard," and the old reply:
"I don't want to play in your yard,
I don't like you anymore!
You'll be sorry when you see me
Sliding down our cellar door.
You can't holler down our rainbarrel,
You can't climb our apple tree!
Oh, I don't want to play in your yard
If you won't be good to me."
Philip Wingate and H.W. Petrie 1894 {A rebuttel to "Play Mate"}
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