Freckles was his name   He always used to get the blame   For every broken window pane   And how they'd yank him   They'd always spank him      In school, he'd tease the girls   He always used to pull their curls   The way that boy would carry on   It was a shame      And when the teacher found a tack on her chair   Though a hundred children were there   Everybody said, "Freckles"   He always got the blame      Freckles was his name   He always used to get the blame   For every broken window pane      In school, he'd tease the girls   He always used to pull their curls   The way that boy would carry on   It was a shame      And when the cat had kittens up in the hay   One was black and seven were gray   Everybody said, "Freckles"   He always got the blame      And though his marks were lower   Then the kids much slower   His marks were perfect   With the old bean blower      Freckles was his name   He always used to get the blame   For every broken window pane      In school, he'd tease the girls   He always used to pull their curls   The way that boy would carry on   It was a shame