That Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me

I'll never forget the day that I was born

It was on a cold and frosty winter morn

The doctor said I was a chubby chap

And when the nurse she took me on her lap

Oh she bathed me all over I remember

And after powder puffing me you see

She put me in a cradle near the window

In that little shirt my mother made for me

The first day I wore my knicker frocks

I felt so funny agter wearing frocks

I looked a little picture they did say

But when they left me out to run and play

Oh I didn't like the pants that I was wearing

So in the street I took them off you see

And I started walking home so brave and daring

In that little shirt my mother made for me

And then to school they said that I must go

I didn't like my teacher you must know

And when I played the truant quite so dear

The teacher said now boy you come here

With a big stick she beat around upon me

There's no mistake about my pedigree

I had the map of Scotland painted on me

Neath that little shirt my mother made for me