Hide and Seek

Oh, water my flowers
Blooming in the air so high
We are young ladies
And we will surely die

All sad is Yvonne
She is a nice young lady
Why not she, why not she
Turn around and call her sweetheart's name

Mr. Junie, Mr. Junie is a nice young man
He came to the door with his hat in his hand
He asked for Miss Yvonne
Upstairs, downstairs, sewing on a machine
Take off your glove and show her your ring

Tomorrow, tomorrow is Thanksgiving
Doctor, doctor, can't you tell
What is the matter with Yvonne now?
She is sick and she's going to die
That's gonna make Mr. Junie cry

'Cause how he like-a that shortening, shortening
How he like-a that shortening bread
How he like-a that shortening, shortening
How he like-a that shortening bread

Oh, water my flowers
Blooming in the air so high
We are young ladies
And we will surely die