THE LITTLE MAID IN PINK
Copyright, 1893, by P. J. Howley & Co.
Words and Music by Eduard Holst
Come listen to my story true, a fisher's wife once said;
It happened many years ago, when I my husband wed.
One night, while raged the tempest, we saw a good ship sink;
One out of all on board was saved, a little maid in pink.
We took her to our cottage, and parents to her were we;
Her father, aye, and mother, were lost in the angry sea.
We all soon learned to love her, and, stranger, you must think
We gave to her the best of care, that little maid in pink.
She was our idol, pure as a flow'r,
Growing more lovely each passing hour;
Cheeks like the sea shells on ocean's brink,
She was our darling, the little maid in pink.
She grew up here among us all, a fisher girl so fair;
A fisher laddie loved her well and begged her heart to share;
He asked her hand in marriage, she loved him, you may think,
For she was always good and true, the little maid in pink.
The wedding bells were ringing, a stranger entered that day,I
He said that, she had riches, And begged her to go away;
She vowed that she would rather in ocean's billows sink
Before she'd leave her lover true, that little maid in pink.-Refrain.
Her heart was bowed in sad despair, the stranger pleaded there,
He claimed her then his relative, his long lost niece so fair;
Her lover and herself then rushed off to ocean's brink,
Resolved to die, this fisher lad and little maid in pink.
The stranger said, "I leave you; so keep this lover your own,
And keep your gold, your riches, his heart shall he yours alone;
You shall not leave him ever, I'll break not love's fond link."
She wed her fisher laddie brave, that little maid in pink.-Refrain.