American Old Time Song Lyrics: 40 Rose Mcshane
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 40
Copyright, 1893, by T. D. Harms & Co.
Written and Composed by John T. Kelly.
My sweetheart's an angel, but not from above;
Oh! no, she's from Ireland, an angel of love;
She's no elided fairy, her simple face will show;
A type of Irish beauty, the sweetest one I know.
Charming, dear little beauty, sweet Rose McShane;
On her I've got a mortgage, her heart I'll claim;
Boys with love have a fit when they hear her name;
She's my smiling, beguiling, sweet Rose McShane.
She reigns in society, at Long Branch she's queen;
Leads the choir, every Sunday, with voice like a dream;
To my life she's sunshine; oh! what a happy home.
For soon we're to marry, she'll be my wife, my own.- Chorus.