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No. 16 - Song - Sally and Chorus of Girls
| Sally: | Little Miss Wooden Shoes, ev'ryone knows, Had dear little feet and divine little toes; So why did she hide them in wooden sabots? Little Miss Wooden Shoes thought them a bore, But these were the things all the family wore, And they made such a noise on the old wooden floor! Little Miss Wooden Shoes, Go where she choose, All the neighbourhood were knowing Which direction she was going, By the clatter, clatter, clatter Of her little wooden shoes! |
| Girls: | Little Miss Wooden Shoes, Go where she choose, All the neighbourhood were knowing Which direction she was going, |
| Sally: | By the clatter, clatter, clatter Of her little wooden shoes! |
| Sally: | Little Miss Wooden Shoes older became, And soon fell in love, but I won't tell his name. She'd his photo, of course, in a neat wooden frame. Now, sometimes at night they walked out, I must own, A fact that at once in the village was known; But they knew by the sound she was not quite alone! Little Miss Wooden Shoes Hit on this ruse — Now whatever is the matter? No one ever hears the patter Of her clatter, clatter, clatter Of her little wooden shoes! |
| Girls: | Little Miss Wooden Shoes Hit on this ruse — Now whatever is the matter? No one ever hears the patter [Sally:] Of her clatter, clatter, clatter Of her little wooden shoes! |
| Sally: | Little Miss Wooden Shoes, now very old, Finds winter in Holland exceedingly cold, And she can't walk as fast as she'd like to, I'm told. Little Miss Wooden Shoes drives in a sledge, Cannot even stand up to look over a hedge, And her old wooden shoes are both worn at the edge! Little Miss Wooden Shoes Sabots can't use, For her knees are not much worth, And she'd give anything on earth To hear the clatter, clatter, clatter Of her little wooden shoes! |
| Girls: | Little Miss Wooden Shoes Sabots can't use, For her knees are not much worth, And she'd give anything on earth [Sally:] To hear the clatter, clatter, clatter Of her little wooden shoes! |
| Sally: | Little Miss Wooden Shoes married at last; When her friends heard the news, why they all stood aghast! She had been so retiring and shy in the past. Sev'ral years afterwards something occurred, For two pairs of sabots were purchased, I've heard, And the cobbler is now busy making a third. Little Miss Wooden Shoes You must excuse, For she scorns a p'rambulator. She's the proud originator Of the clatter, clatter, clatter Of six little wooden shoes! |
| Girls: | Little Miss Wooden Shoes You must excuse, For she scorns a p'rambulator. She's the proud originator [Sally:] Of the clatter, clatter, clatter Of six little wooden shoes! |
| Sally: | Now husband and wife were contented always, They were happy on even the dullest of days, For they went to see all the Dutch musical plays! Of course, they would have little rows now and then, For he was erratic, like all other men, On occasions he wouldn't get home until ten! Little Miss Wooden Shoes Had her own views, She would realize "Oh, Himmel! He's been nibbling at the Kümmel," By the clatter, clatter, clatter Of his wobbly wooden shoes! |
| Girls: | Little Miss Wooden Shoes Had her own views, She would realize "Oh, Himmel! He's been nibbling at the Kümmel," [Sally:] By the clatter, clatter, clatter Of his wobbly wooden shoes! |
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Page modified 25 January 2017