American Old Time Song Lyrics: 35 Thy Lands My Land

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 35

THY LAND'S MY LAND.
Copyright, 1892, by Francis, Day & Hunter.
Written and Composed by Harry Dacre.

They were standing talking in the pale moonlight,
The same old tale;
They were young and healthy, and their ages right
For the same old tale,
But the girl was blushing as a young girl should,
And her heart began to quail;
He said that marrying would do her good,
And this is how he told his tale:

Refrain.
Thy land's my land; I'd live in a cannibal island;
I don't care so long as you are there;
Where you go I go, out of the County of Sligo;
I'm not an old fogie, but, like an old bogie,
I'll follow you everywhere.

She took no notice of the things he said,
'Twas the same old tale;
It was like those stories she had often read,
The same old tale;
So he said I'm waiting for your "yes or no,"
And his face grew hard And pale;
Then she told him straight as she turned to go,
"I don't believe your fairy tale.-Refrain.

They strolled off homeward by the river side,
Where the small boats sail.
But the girl's foot slipped and she fell in the tide,
'Tis the sad, sad tale.
Then his coat went flying and he plunged in, too,
For the form so fair and frail.
And thus he proved to her his words were true
When he sang to her the old love tale.- Refrain.

Well, he saved his darling from a watery grave,
'Twas the village tale,
And she loved him better since he'd proved so brave,
'Twas the old, sweet tale;
When be asked her later if she'd name the day,
She was not the girl to fail,
For she kissed her hero in a spanking way,
And then she sang this old, sweet tale.

Refrain.
Thy land's my land; I'd live in a cannibal island;
I don't care so long as you are there;
Where you go I go, out of the County of Sligo;
Deceive you I'll never; I'll love you forever,
and follow you everywhere.