DORIS, THE VILLAGE MAIDEN.
Copyright, 1895, by The S. Brainards's Sons Co.
Words and Music by Geo. Maywood.
Doris was a village maiden, little did she know,
Suve the sentence I had taught her, "Oh, I love you so!"
Every lad for miles around willingly would have been bound
To the sweetheart I had found, and proud to be her beau.
Doris, Doris! O how I love thee! see me at thy feet;
Doris, Doris! could you but love me, life would be complete;
Doris, Doris! stars bright above thee, hear my pleading, too;
Why then tarry? Come, let us marry-dearest Doris, do!
Time went on, and simple Doris learned a thing or two;
Day by day I found my loved one harder still to woo:
Other suitors oft were seen by her side, where I had been,
Flirting with my little queen, I heard them pleading, too.-Refrain.
Fortune smiled upon her father in the marts of trade;
By a lucky speculation he a million made;
Taking from his bank account gold and bonds in large amount,
Bought for her a foreign count, And scorn'd me while I prayed.-Refrain.