I DON'T WANT TO PLAY IN YOUR YARD - 1894
By
Wingate and Petrie
(verse)
Once there lived side by side, two little maids,
Used to dress just alike, hair down in braids.
Blue ging-'am pinafores, stockings of red,
Little sun bonnets tied on each pretty head.
When school was over secrets they'd tell
Whispering arm in arm, down by the well,
One day a quarrel came, hot tears were shed:
"You can't play in our yard," But the other said:
(chorus)
I don't want to play in your yard, I don't like you any more,
You'll be sorry when you see me, sliding down our cellar door,
You can't holler down our rain-barrel, You can't climb our apple tree,
I don't want to play in your yard, if you won't be good to me.
Sometimes friends can get mad at each other like these two little girls.
But the next day they knew they missed each other and they got back to being friends again.
Cellar doors were outside the house and the entrance to what we now call a basement . Rain barrels
collected rain water before houses had sinks and fawcets. It was fun to holler in an empty or half-filled barrel, because sometimes it would echo.
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