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.
