American Old Time Song Lyrics: 40 My Queen
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 40
MY QUEEN.
Copyright, 1893, by Frank Harding.
Written and Composed by Henry Morey.
Pray listen while I sing to you of one I love right well;
She is the idol of my heart, her name I must not tell.
I met her at the park one day her age is sweet sixteen;
She is so fair, so wondrous fair, I've christened her My Queen.
And I love her dearly, too, with all my heart so strong And true.
She is the sweetest, dearest of all the girls,
She's more to me than silver or gold or pearls,
Yum, yum, yum, yum.
Oh, yes, we'll marry when she is seventeen,
For Annie Rooney or Mary Green
Can't for a moment touch My Queen.
She lives some distance out of town, the walk I do not mind;
For oh, she is the dearest girl that, ever I shall find.
She always meets me at the fate with words of welcome sweet;
You may depend I'm never late this darling girl to greet.
And she loves me dearly, too, with all her heart so strong and true.
She is the sweetest, dearest of all the girls,
She's more to me than silver or gold or pearls.
Yum, yum, yum, yum.
Oh, yes, we'll many when she is seventeen,
For Annie Rooney or airy Miss Green
Can't hold a candle to My Queen.
And now I'll leave you all to guess who this fair maid may be,
Which you'll not do, I think, unless you've had a chance to see;
But if you really wish to know the subject of my song
Just call on me some ev'ning soon and bring your friends along.
And I'll tell you once again, and in this truest, best refrain:
She is the sweetest, dearest of all the girls,
She's more to me than silver or gold or pearls,
Yum, yum, yum, yum.
Oh, yes, we'll marry when she is seventeen,
For Annie Rooney or fairy Miss Green
Never were "in it" with My Queen.