ROSIE, SWEET ROSABEL.
Copyright, 1893, by Geo. T. Worth & Co.
Words and Music by Paul Dresser.
There is a maiden, sweet Rosabel, the fairest of all that I know,
All the beauties of heaven and the riches here below
Cannot compare with this innocent angel of whom I shall tell,
List to the tale of my first love, Sweet Rosabel.
Rosie, sweet Rosabel, I love her more than I can tell,
O'er me she casts a spell, my charming black-eyed Sweet Rosabel.
'Twas on a cold winter's evening I heard a faint cry at my door,
Just a wail, just a something that I never heard before;
There on the steps lay a baby, my heart at once seemed to swell,
I took it in and I named it Sweet Rosabel.- Chorus.
Often we speak of the incident, that cold winter's night long ago,
When I first loved the baby, and oh, how it seemed to grow;
I loved the child, then the little Miss. I then loved the woman as well,
She gave her band, Boon I'll marry Sweet Rosabel.- Chorus.