Copyright, 1896, by National Music Co.
Words by Arthur J. Lamb. Music by Theo. H. Northrup.
Trilby, you're a heroine, quite unusual girl. I ween;
Of all other girls the queen, unobtrusive Trilby;
That Is why I come to you, all prepared to win and woo.
And I'll sing you something new, my dear loved one, Trilby.
Trilby, Trilby, say you will he, say you will be mine alone;
We will not live in a hovel, but in some nice house, my own;
Trilby, Trilby, say you will be, say you will be mine alone,
And I'll love you only, Trilby, if you're mine, dear Trilby.
Eyes that are the clearest blue, eyes that look so soft at you;
Eyes so tender and so true has my sweetheart, Trilby;
Therefore do I come, low kneeling, with a crushed and bursting heart,
And a love of loves revealing, slain by cupid's dart. Oh!- Chorus.