LITTLE MAGGIE MONEHAN.
Copyright, 1893, by James Horton.
Words and Music by Walter Hawley.
I know a Maggie Monehan, she is a fairy queen,
Just like a honey blossom sweet, prettiest dancer seen.
When she is waltzing at a ball, polka and square dance, too,
No one can equal Maggie dear, sweet little emerald hue.
Waltzing, dancing -
Pretty Maggie Monehan, she is the belle of the ball;
Pretty Maggie Monehan, sweetest, girl of all.
When she steps out on the floor, graceful, trim and grand,
She is a dancer, none can surpass her, Maggie Monehan.
Just as the evening twilight falls her best young man will call,
And in her silk of snowy white he takes her to the ball;
And as they enter through the door, every one will proclaim:
She is the finest dancer here, Monehan is her name.
Waltzing, dancing- Chorus.
First she will dance with Charles a while, he takes her to the ball;
Then she will leave him with a smile and dances with them all;
But when the dance is nearly o'er, oh, how she hates to hear
Unwelcome sounds of "Home, sweet Home," and know the end is near.