Two loving sweethearts ‘mid flowers in Maytime,
Two happy faces like children in playtime,
Two eyes of blue, gazing into
Eyes of her own sweetheart,
One cozy bench holds the couple within it,
Hours that passed only seemed like a minutes,
Sweet maiden sighs,
Fellow replies, “Tell me before we part.”
Next to your mother, who do you love?
Next to your brother, who do you love?
Next to your father, and your sister Sue,
Tell me who looks good to you,
Next to your mother who would you miss?
Next to your brother, who would you kiss?
Next to your own dear folks at home,
Tell me, now who do you love?
Five cozy rooms in flat in the city,
One baby boy cute and cunning and pretty,
Parson had said, “You two are wed,
Bless you my children go.”
“Come spend a week.” so she wrote to her mother,
Mother replies, “I am bringing your brother.”
Husband remarks, “Me for the parks.”
But first I want to know.
Snyder, Ted and Berlin, Irving, "Next to Your Mother Who Do You Love" (1909). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1672.
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