Written by Harry J. Rowland. performed by Hickman-Smith. Rosie was young, that is young for a girl, Rosie was sweet and fair, But alas, was a lass, with never a beau, Except one in her golden hair. For her mother and sisters and aunties all said, That young men were only delusions, But Rosie hadn't grown to be sweet sixteen, Without drawing her own conclusions. Ma said, 'Young men are Deceivers.' Pa said, 'They're mostly fools.' Prim sister Bella said, ' Shun each young fellow.' Aunt Ann said, 'It's one of my rules.' Uncle Bill said, 'Young sparks are conceited.' 'They're artful.' said cousin Prue. Rosie said, 'Tho' it's folly, I think young men are jolly.' And the baby just said, 'Goo-goo.' Rosie, at church, her hymn-book mislaid, When a stranger who stood by her side, Offered half his, 'Tis strange but 'twas not, The hymn in the book she eyed. He, of course, saw her home and when next Sunday came, Their good-night took so long in the doing, Her folks on the look-out, looked out of the door, And caught them both billing and cooing. Ma said, 'Good gracious, disgraceful!' Pa said, 'Tut-tut! Absurd!' 'What next?' said Belinda, 'and just by the window.' Brother Bert said, 'My word!' Uncle Bill said, 'Nothing in him.' 'Well, I do like his cheek.' said Sue. With a far-away sigh, Rosie said, 'So do I.' And the baby just said, 'Goo-goo.' Rosie was willing and so was the young man, Rosie contrived to win. And the wedding-bells shortly were heard to ring out, This belle and her beau to ring in. Rosie was cool and collected all through, Tho' she wished it were over sooner, Till her folks were collected, to say Fare-well To Rosie and her honeymooner. Aunt Ann said, 'Parting's such sorrow.' Pa just said, 'Bless you, my girl.' 'Hurry up,' said Aunt Gertie, 'you'll miss the two-thirty.' Brother Bert said, 'Your hair's out of curl.' Ma drew her aside and she whispered, 'Just rule him whatever you do.' And Rosie said, 'Rather, I've seen you rule father.' And the baby just said, 'Goo-goo.'
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