American Old Time Song Lyrics: 23 Sweet Forget Me Not

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 23

SWEET FORGET-ME-NOT.

Oh! fancy brings a thought to me
Of dowers sweet and rare,
With grace and beauty there combined,
And brightest hues so fair;
So like a maiden that I loved.
It was my happy lot;
I whispered when we parted last,
"Oh! you'll forget-me-not!"

Chorus.
Graceful and as charming as the lily in the pond.
Time has pass'd so swiftly, for of her I am so fond;
Daises and the roses, too, they grow' round the spot,
When we parted, and I whispered,
"You'll forget-me-not! "-(Dance.)

We met, I really don't know where,
But still 'tis all the same,
For love walks in the busy streets
As well as in the lane.
I gently pressed her tiny hand,
She glanced at me a shot,
She dropped a flower, I picked it up,
A sweet forget-me-not!-Chorus.

At last there came a happy day,
And something that I said,
Just caused her lips to murmur, "yes,"
And shortly we were wed.
A little cottage by the brook.
And a tiny garden spot,
Where grows a little flower, called,
A sweet forget-me-not!-Chorus.