Copyright, 1892. by Wm. B. Glenroy.
Words and Music by William B. Glenroy.
There's a neat little cottage that stands in a grove.
Surrounded by tall shady trees;
Residing within is a sweet country girl.
Your affections Tin certain she'd please;
Her eyes shine as bright as the stars in the night,
With a smile And a heart true as steel;
Admired by every young chap in our town,
Is sweet little Polly O'Neil.
She's a queen, so serene;
She's charmingly sweet and divine,
Lovely girl, teeth of pearl;
I'd give all this world if I could call her mine;
Eyes of blue, heart so true,
A smile she can never conceal;
Site's the pride of our town,
And she's known miles around
As sweet little Polly O'Neil.
In her manners so modest, yet pleasant with all,
A sweet, childish smile on her face;
Just one simple glance at those bright eyes of blue,
And a pure, loving heart you can trace;
There's no other home in the town of Tyrone
Such an honor to visit I feel;
If ever you go, you'll be welcome I know
At the home of sweet Polly O'Neil.- Chorus.