I. I'm Just In My Glory When The Cat I Can Tease, Or I'm Hunting For Bird Nests Up In The Trees, And I Wear Out My Pants In The Seat And The Knees; I'm The Pride Of My Daddy, My Mammy'S Own Joy-- A Frolicsome, Rollicksome, Freckle-Faced Boy! Ii. I Can Make A Top Hum, And At Marbles, You Bet, I'm The Cock Of The Walk And The King Of The "Set;" I'm Hearty And Healthy--And Don't You Forget The Dead Loads Of "Goodies" That I Can Destroy-- I'm A Frolicsome, Rollicksome, Freckle-Faced Boy! Iii. They Send Me To School With My Satchel And Books, And My Pockets Bulged Out With Nails And Fish-Hooks; And Sometimes While There My Teacher She Looks And Captures The Things That Provoke And Annoy From A Frolicsome, Rollicksome, Freckle-Faced Boy! Iv. My Mammy She Says That It's Quite Evident Of The Country Some Day I'll Be President; But Auntie, She Says From The Way I Am Bent The Gold Of Her Dream Will Be Full Of Alloy From A Frolicsome, Rollicksome, Freckle-Faced Boy! V. I'm Huntin' For Fun, And I Don't Have A Care, And There'S Dirt On My Hands, And I Don't Comb My Hair, And Off-Colored Patches Quite Often I Wear; But There'S No Kind Of Sport The Young Heart Can Cloy Of A Frolicsome, Rollicksome, Freckle-Faced Boy!