They use strange words, and call each other
Names that are forbid,
And their sole idea of repartee
Is “Didn’t!” “Yaas! ye did!”
Chorus—Sweet children’s voices haunt me night and day,
And how I wish those children’s voices far, far away.
I hear the children’s voices
Singing in the street,
And I do not like their singing,
For its neither low nor sweet.