Give me my mammy

I was here my darling

When I began to roam

I realised, that I wasn't wise

in leaving my home sweet home.

It's the same old story,

In spite of the joys I've known.

For this is the wish of a lonely rolling stone.

Give me my Mammy

no-one else will do.

The roses are red, the violets are blue

The sugar is sweet but not as sweet as you

My mammy

I'm coming home to you and swinging down the hill

You'll hear me whistle like a whippoorwill

I know that you'll be there to meet me

You'll be there to greet me by the old log cabin door.

Smother me with kisses,

lots of baby kisses like you did in days of yore.

I'm coming

Mammy, mammy, mammy, mammy,

listen to your honey lamby,

coming on his way

Mammy, Mammy,

give me my Mammy

AH Mammy my Mammy no-one else will do.

The roses are red, the violets are blue

Sugar is sweet Mammy, but it ain't sweet

Mammy like you

Mammy you heard what I said

and I'll say it again and again and again

It's my Mammy

I'm talking about and

Mammy wh wh when I'm coming down the hill,

you'll know me

I'll whistle like a whippoorwill.

Oh Mammy, meet me, greet me,

by the old log cabin door

I want kisses,

a whole lots of little baby kisses

You know the kind I had in days of yore

I'm coming

Mammy, Mammy

I'm coming ,

I'm coming on my way

Mammy, Mammy give me my Mammy.