American Old Time Song Lyrics: 47 Hes Mine All Mine

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 47

HE'S MINE, ALL MINE.
Copyright, 1894, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words by J. Cheever Goodwin. Music by E. Jakobowski.

I'm aware that he cannot he called an adonis, if one's to be truthful.
For his hair make me wish he were bald, although his appearance is youthful,
Were his capital beauty alone, I'd speedily semi him it-packing;
But his manifold virtues alone for whatever of pulchritude's lacking.
For he's just as good as gold, open-handed, not too bold,
And of jealousy he doesn't show a sign;
He's good-tempered as can be, full of fun and repartee,
And what gives him special value is, he's mine, all mine;
For he's just as good as gold, open-handed, not too bold,
And of jealousy he doesn't show a sign;
He's good-tempered as can be, full of fun and repartee,
And what gives him special value is, He's mine, all mine.

His deportment, I'm forced to confess, does not have the true Chestertfield polish;
There are crudities, too, in his dress that I gladly would see him abolish;
He's disposed to rely on his knife, not only to cut, but to eat with;
But a man with more cleverness rife I have never yet happened to meet with:
He can bake and he can boil, toast and stew, and roast and broil;
He's the neplus ultra in the cooking line;
He no minor vices cloaks, neither gambles, drinks, nor smokes;
And what I like best about it is, he's mine, all mine;
He can bake and he can boil, toast and stew, and roast and broil;
He's the neplus ultra in the cooking line;
He no minor vices cloaks, neither gambles, drinks, nor smokes;
And what I like best about it is, he's mine, all mine.