American Old Time Song Lyrics: 43 Dainty Gladys
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 43
Copyright, 1894, by Richard Stockton.
Words and Music by Richard Stockton.
I know a dainty little maid, whose greatest joy in life
Is just to work And work away, cares naught for pleasures rife.
Each evening to the theatre she goes, but not for fun,
And quietly homeward wends her way after the play is done.
Gladys, Gladys, dainty Gladys, eyes of chestnut hue,
Everybody loves you, because you are kind and true;
Gladys, Gladys, lovely Gladys, with your fairy smile,
Earth around me seems like heaven when you are there a while.
Her gentle and her winsome ways ne'er failed to win a heart,
And every one who sees her play, has praises for her art.
True worth alone will tell at last -so, some bright day, I ween.
We'd see our dainty little lassie reigning as a queen.- Chorus.
Oh, darling, let these words of mine be murmured soft and low,
And let the essence of their prayer unto your altar go.
Oh, give me just one little word -yes, do, proud sweetheart, do,
And tell me that you do not mind me saying "I love you." - Chorus.