Paroles de Little shirt my mother made for me

I can't forget the day that i was born
Was on a cold and frosty winter's morn'
The doctor said i was a chubby chap
But when the nurse, she took me on her lap
She washed me all over i re-member
And after powder-puffin' me, you see
She laid me in the cradle by the fender
In the little shirt my mother made for me.

When i began to crawl it was a sight
I used to frighten mom from morn' til night
There's no mistake i was a lttle curse
'cause when my daddy, he came home from work
Every night he would say; "where's little sam got?"
And down in the cupboard i would be
Busy scrapin' out the jam pot
In the little shirt my mother made for me.

The first day that i wore my knickerbocks
I felt so funny after wearin' smocks
I looked a little picture, they did say
But when they let me out to run and play
Well, i didn't like the britches i was wearin'
And in the street i took 'em off, you see
I started walkin' home so bold and darin'
In the little shirt my mother made for me.

Last year when i was on my holiday
Upon the briny ocean i did gaze
The water looked so nice i thought i'd go
To have a swim, but, in a minute, oh
All the girls along the beach at me were starin'
And some were takin' pictures, i could see
Was a good thing for me that i was wearin'
The little shirt my mother made for me.