MARY'S CHEEKS ARE ROSY.
Copyright, 1891, by Francis, Day & Hunter.
Written by Thos. Le Brunn. Composed by Geo. Le Bruno.
Yonder gate is the place where I every morn am waiting.
Waiting to meet a dainty maid (secrets I'm now relating).
If you should chance to pass that way, listen and you will hear me
Sing this about the girl I love, wishing that she were near me.
Mary's cheeks are rosy, Mary's eyes are blue,
Mary's waist is slender, Mary's heart is true;
Mary's ways are winning, never cross nor cold;
She's a nice little, plump Little country girl, and worth her weight In gold.
Sometimes, for fun, she hides away-then as I creep behind her,
How she will start, so coy and shy, wondering how I could And her;
How my heart beats when gloaming falls and eight o'clock is ringing;
Somehow I can't restrain myself from in her praises singing.- Chorus.
Oft she vows that she is annoyed, then she commences to rate me
If, as we pass the village lads, they try to imitate me;
I think it fun, and lightly laugh, while they in sport displease her;
All down the street my words they sing, while I join in to tease her. -Chorus.