American Old Time Song Lyrics: 22 The Blonde That Never Dyes
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 22
THE BLONDE THAT NEVER DYES.
Copyright, 1870, by Wm. A. Pond & Co.
Words by Bobby Newcomb. Music by J. B. Donniker.
As I strolled out the other day,
In fashions best arrayed,
I passed and looked and listened to gents,
As compliments they paid.
And one that pleased me most of all,
Was spoken with such sighs;
A nice young man says there she goes,
The blonde that never dyes.
Spoken.-He was a real nice young fellow, and I fell quite
taken with him, especially when he spoke the truth so charmingly
in saying that I was-
CHORUS.
The blonde that never dyes,
The blonde that never dyes;
Both far and near that's what I hear,
The blonde that never dyes.
The blonde that never dyes,
Both far and near
I'm sure to hear,
The blonde than never dyes.
What's in a name? Shakespeare said,
But with him I don't hold;
For some have styled my hair of late,
As quite a rise in gold.
Yet I don't mind them, not a bit,
But wonder at their eyes,
To think I die while yet live,
The blonde that never dyes.
Spoken.-And it is so funny to hear the different remarks as I
go by, I heard a young fellow the other day lisp out to his companion: I thay Charlie, ith that hair vermilhon? No, replied his
friend, I think its wed, but at that moment a third party tapped
him on the shoulder and said your are quite mistaken for that
lady is the-Chorus.
To use a phrase I call my own,
And one of which I'm fond;
At once proclaims to all my friends:
I'll live and die a blonde.
Yet some will say that cannot be,
And add to my surprise;
That I must live and die the same as now
A blonde that never dyes.
Spoken.-So I suppose, my friends, you may congratulate me,
as I shall in all probability live forever-that is, it must be so I
when I hear it daily announced that I am the-Chorus.
