American Old Time Song Lyrics: 47 She Was A Daisy
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 47
SHE WAS A DAISY.
Copyright, 1894, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words by J. Cheever Goodwin. Music by William Furst.
In me you see a victim of the all-consuming passionCupid's dart has pierced my heart;
But the maid I love has treated me in such a cruel fashion,
That no art can heal the smart;
I'm a butt, I know, at chaffing; in your sleeves you're doubtless laughing,
But I feel it in my bones
That with me you'd sympathize if yon'd ever laid eyes
On my Ann Jane Jones.
She was a daisy, daisy, daisy, driving me crazy, crazy, crazy;
Helen of Troy and Venus were to her cross-eyed crones:
She was dimpled and rosy, rosy, rosy, sweet as a posy, posy, posy;
How I doted upon her, my Ann June Jones.
Her eyes were blue as summer skies, her hair was soft and flaxen,
Simply sweet, her Marguerite;
She was built on such a dainty scale, no china doll nor waxen
Could compete with hands or feet;
At her shrine I worshipped madly, lavished money on her gladly,
Both in gifts and friendly loans:
But to call a spade a spade, she a bunco game played,
Did my Ann Jane Jones.
She was a daisy, etc.
She vowed she loved but me alone; I trusted her completely,
Like an ass, but let that pass;
For, I lake my oath, if ever she had smiled upon you sweetly,
In my class you'd he, alas!
When, one night, she asked to borrow fifty "cases" till the morrow,
In most supplicating tones,
Up I "untied," as was right, but she "slid" that same night,
Did my And Jane Jones.
She was a daisy, etc.