American Old Time Song Lyrics: 35 Kitty The Irish Queen
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 35
KITTY, THE IRISH QUEEN.
Copyright, 1891, by James Stillman.
Words by W. C. fiobey. Music by Frank Banta.
Every morn I go at nine, just to see a form divine.
One that's promised to be mine, tell me who I mean;
Full of fun, but pure and chaste, nature formed her fairy waist;
Dresses smart, but quite in taste, does Kitty, the Irish queen.
Sweet as the dew on the rosebud, fair as the fairest e'er seen,
Pretty, witty, sweet little Kitty, they call her the young Irish queen.
She's so winning, yet so shy, all the boys for her would die;
When they see me passing by, they know where I've been;
Standing by the collage gate, she for me will often wait,
Quite content to meet her fate, is Kitty, the Irish queen.- Chorus.
I will let the neighbors know, all the boys will feel the blow,
When to church we'll proudly go-she will grace the scene;
How I'm longing for the time, send the news through every clime.
Soon the wedding bells will chime for Kitty, the Irish queen.-Chorus.