American Old Time Song Lyrics: 36 Roseys Lips
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 36
Copyright, 1898, by Francis, Day & Hunter.
Written and Composed by Felix McGlennon.
Rosy is my darling's name, poets love to sing her fame,
And for life I soon will claim Rosey's lips;
Rip-chip-chip, chip-chip, have you seen a cherry's hue,
Or a rosebud bathed in dew, like a posey is my Rosey, Rosey is my own.
My Rosey's lips are rosey, my Rosey's lips are cosy,
Sweet little missy-miss give me a kissy-kiss, Rosey my own.
Rosey is a dainty miss, Rosey's life's a dream of bliss,
Even the sunbeams love to kiss Rosey's lips;
Rip-chip-chip, chip-chip, how they love to linger there,
How they woo that face so fair,
Like a posey is my Rosey, Rosey is my own.-Refrain.
Rosey's heart is free from sin, and there's something hard to win.
Just between her nose And chin, Rosey's lips;
Rip-chip-chip, chip-chip, just one kiss my Rosey bright.
Heaven will guard you through the night,
By by Rosey sweetest posey, Rosey is my own.-Refrain.