SHE'S FAIR, SHE'S YOUNG
Written and Composed by Joseph Tabrar.
sung by Harry Kernell.
I know a young lady most highly bewitching,
Who's always a-stitching away in the kitchen;
And when she is singing her voice Is so ringing-
By waving attention you'd hear Erin's daughter
A mile and a quarter. Her father's a porter
That works at a station known all 'round the nation.
Her name's bonnie Mary of sweet Tipperary,
And sure she's a fairy by nature and birth;
Her waist is the tightest, her step is the lightest,
In fact, she's the brightest of creatures on earth.
She's fair, she's young, she's not over-rolling in "rhino";
Heart so tender, waist so slender, and oh, such dear little feet, so neat.
She's fair, she's young, and she's the best girl I know;
Witty, pretty-in fact, she's a perfect treat.
About her whose checks with the primrose are tinted,
It's lately been hinted-in fact, it's been printed-
That she weds to-morrow, causing grief and sorrow
To her poor old dad, who refuses his diet,
Because on the quiet, without any riot,
She's going to get married, tho' she long has tarried.
Her dad says, "My daisy, you're driving me crazy;
The man may be lazy and ne'er go to biz,
The neighbors are prying and trying and sighing-
In fact, they're all dying to know who he is.- Chorus.
This young fellow's aunt was queen of the Quakers,
Worth acres and acres, the greatest of makers
Of money e'er heard of, though he knew not one word of
This Quaker queen aunt till the day it was stated;
And strangers narrated, solicitors waited
On him with her money, piles of gold and honey.
He meant young Mary of sweet Tipperary,
And said, "Now, my fairy, I've plenty of pelf ";
And in the morning, ere day has long been dawning,
She'll marry, take warning, yours truly myself.-Chorus.