American Old Time Song Lyrics: 10 Alice Gray

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 10

ALICE GRAY.

She's all my fancy painted her,
She's lovely, she's divine;
But her heart it is another's,
She never can be mine.
Yet lov'd I as man never lov'd,
A love without decay;
Oh! my heart, my heart is breaking,
For the love of Alice Gray;
Oh! my heart, my heart is breaking,
For the love of Alice Gray.

Her dark brown hair is braided o'er
A brow of spotless white;
Her soft blue eye now languishes,
Now flashes with delight.
The hair is braided not for me,
The eye is turned away;
Yet my heart, my heart is breaking,
For the love of Alice Gray;
Yet my heart, my heart is breaking,
For "the love of Alice Gray.

I've sunk beneath the Summer's sun,
And trembled in the blast;
But my pilgrimage is nearly done,
The weary conflict past.
And when the green sod wraps my grave,
May pity haply say:
"Oh! his heart, his heart is broken,
For the love of Alice Gray; "
"Oh! his heart, his heart is broken,
For the love of Alice Gray."