TIP YOUR HAT TO NELLIE.
Copyright, 1892, by Chas. W. Held.
Words and Music by Geo. C. Edwards.
There's a pretty little girl, and Nellie is her name;
I always go to see her every Sunday afternoon;
Whether rain or shine, I walk in there on time,
For Nellie is the one to whom I will be married Boon.
She plays on the piano and she knows the latest tune,
And for her friends she plays, while they go dancing round the room.
They're very fond of Nellie, for she's gentle, true and kind;
And every evening Nellie with her mother you will find.
Tip your hat to Nellie when you see her passing by;
Tip your hat to Nellie, you are sure to catch her eye;
Tip your hat to Nellie, she's the sweetest in the land;
There's not a girl in all the world like Nellie.
Sunday, when she goes to church, so winsome and so shy,
The "boys all tip their hate and say, "That's Nellie-she's our pride!"
Always dressed so neat, and looking, oh, so sweet,
That every one is proud to walk with Nellie by their side;
There's Gracie, Jennie, Josie, Clara, Mame And Lizzie, too.
They are so awful jealous now, they don't know what to do;
The boys will hardly look at them when Nellie is near by;
And when they lift their hate to her, you always hear them cry:
Tip your hat to Nellie if you see her out to-day;
Tip your hat to Nellie, she's a treasure, they all say;
Tip your hat to Nellie, for she Is a little queen.
Ah, yes, the idol of my heart is Nellie.