Copyright, 1894, by Maurice A. Strothotte.
Words by George Cooper. Music by Robert Elm.
How I love to greet her, after the day is done;
Never maiden sweeter, smiles just like the sun;
She's my village beauty, pleasant and kind and bright,
Full of love and duty, always my heart's delight.
Pretty Dora Lee, queen of girls is she;
Smiles on all who chance to call, but still she's true to me;
Longer I'll not tarry, soon my pet I'll marry:
What a darling wife will be my pretty Dora Lee.
Oft from school together, proudly I saw her home;
'Mid the summer weather, through the fields we'd roam;
Then I learned to love her, though but a tiny boy;
Thought the whole world of her, she was my only joy.- Chorus.
Just beyond the city, lovingly we shall dwell
In our cottage pretty, down the rosy dell;
Bells will soon be ringing, gaily to all they'll say:
'Tis the morn that's bringing Dora's glad wedding day.- Chorus.