Some Girls That Mamma Knew

My Mamma says ’at once ’ere was A little girl she knew Who went an’ cried, an’ ’ist because-- Because she wanted to; An’ w’ile her face was all askew The wind changed, so they say, An’ Mamma told me ’at it’s true, Her face ’ist staid ’at way! An’ w’en she told me ’at, w’y nen I said I’ll never cry again.

My Mamma said ’at once she heard A little girl like me Tell ’ist one fib, an’ says, my word! Her Mamma looked to see W’ere was her tongue, an’ goodness me! Her mouth was ’ist all bare, An’ w’ere her tongue ’ud ought to be There wasn’t any there! An’ w’en she told me ’at, w’y nen I said I’ll never fib again!

My Mamma knew a little girl ’At used to run away W’en her dear mother ’d start to curl Her hair; an’ one fine day Some gypsies took her off, somehow, An’ stole her from her home, An’ my! Her hair is awful now, ’Cause gypsies never comb! An’ since she told me ’at, w’y nen I never runned away again!

An’ never don’t make fun, she says, Of folks ’at’s blind or lame, Or got red hair or warts, unless You want to be the same. ’Cause lots of times it happens so, An’ surely if you do, You never, never, never know What’s going to happen you. An’ since she told me ’at, w’y nen I never don’t make fun again.