Come Back, Sweet Polly O'Moore.
Copyright. 1894, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words and Music by William Jerome,
I had a sweetheart named Polly O'Moore, Polly O'Moore;
Sweet tales of love in her ear I did pour, Polly O'Moore.
One day we quarreled, and all through, a jest,
I lost my darling, the one I love best.
Until she returns I'll never find rest,
And all the day long I will sing:
Come back, sweet Polly O'Moore, let your thoughts flow back to me:
The sun will shine brighter than ever before, for I'm always thinking of thee
Answer "yes," and the words I will bless, my poor heart is aching with pain;
Come back and forget, my own little pet, and we will be sweethearts again.
Fondly I'm waiting the day she returns, Polly O'Moore;
No tongue can tell how my heart with love burns, Polly O'Moore.
One day there came a sweet letter to me,
Some good ship carried it over the sea;
It read, "Willie dear, I'm coming to thee."
And when she arrives I will sing:- Chorus.