American Old Time Song Lyrics: 48 Grace Omoore
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 48
Copyright, 1895, by Jos. W. Stern & Co.
By Max S. Witt. Arranged by G. M. Rosenberg.
I know a dear little maiden, whose name is Grace;
She has a pretty, bewitching, sweet, smiling face;
When you have seen her, you all with me will agree
That ne'er before have you seen such a queen as she;
She's pure as the lilies, modest in form And face-
Who could not love her, my own little dark-eyed Grace.
Grace O'Moore Is the girl I love,
True to me she is as the stars above;
If you roam this wide world o'er,
Not a girl can equal her, my Grace O'Moore.
Yes, she has promised my own little wife to be,
That makes me happy, for no greater boon to me;
Her truest love I have won, I can proudly say;
And to the future I now look without dismay;
Though skies may o'ershadow, boding ill winds and rain,
We will be happy, for sunshine must come again.- Chorus.