Oh, little playmate, come out and play with
me, and bring your dollies three,
climb up my apple tree.
Look down my rain barrel, slide down my
cellar door, and we'll be jolly freinds for evermore!
Oh, she couldn't come out to play.
It was a sunny day.
With a tearful eye, she breathed a sigh
and I could hear her say,
"I'm sorry playmate, I connot play with
you, My dollies have the flu.
Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo.
Ain't got no rain barrel, ain't got no
cellar door, but we'll be jolly friends for evermore!
