Jean-louis Pisuisse - grandmother's story lyrics

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<b>grandmother's story</b> by <i>Jean-louis Pisuisse</i><br />When I was a little girl, long years ago

We wore leg-o-’mutton sleeves, called ”gigot”

And dear little hm, hm’s with frills down-below

In the days when I was a girl

My hairs, they curled them up every night

In little curl-papers they screwed them up tight

Till my head more resembled the tail of a kite

In the days when I was a girl

In my days we sang to grandpa and grandma

Little songs that all ended with tralalalala

Or joined in gee’s with papa and mama

In the days when I was a girl

In my days our songs were not full of unrest

Soul-yearnings, heart-throbbings and lips on lips pressed

But I think for young ladies our songs were the best

In the days when I was a girl

In my days young folks never said oh what rot

Or remarked that the weather was awfully hot

Or spoke about things as the whole blooming lot

In the days when I was a girl

In those days young folks never played the banjo

And they could finish a sentence without don't ye know

Oh, we had our advantages dears long ago

In the days when I was a girl

In my days we had not much high art, I know

But ladies could wash and could cook and could sew

Which husbands found useful and never thought low

In the days when I was a girl

Now I know you all laugh at us old-fashioned folk

Oh I know you all think oh grandma’s such a joke

But there is one thing we never did dears

That was: smoke

In the days when I was a girl

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