Copyright, 1890, by M. Witmark & Sons.
Words and Music by George C. Marshall.
In a cottage up in Harlem there lives my sweetheart, Nell,
On Sunday nights I call on her sweet love tales for to tell;
We sit on the veranda, midst flowers' sweetest scent,
And pass such pleasant hours away in happiness, content.
Eyes so blue, rosy checks, cherry lips, pearly teeth,
And she dresses in attire, oh, so fancy;
Her smiles are so sweet and her form so trim and neat,
Are the charms of my own Nellie Clancy.
In the evening we go walking, and as we stroll along
We pass such happy moments with our merry jest and song;
She coaxes and she teases, her silvery laugh enchants,
I can't resist her if I try, she has such an artful glance.-Chorus.
I'm soon to ask her parents if I can wed their girl;
Should they agree, I'll thank my stars for such a precious pearl;
Then shortly we'll be married and in sunshine we will dwell,
I'll know no care or sorrow with my handsome little Nell.-Chorus.