American Old Time Song Lyrics: 50 Plain Little Every Day Girl
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 50
PLAIN LITTLE EVERY-DAY GIRL
Copyright, 1896, by T. B. Harms it Co.
Words and Music by William Jerome.
My steady girl Is not the kind they flag about nowadays.
With eyes of blue and golden hair that poets love to praise;
She's not as pretty as a picture hanging on the wall,
For if she was, I'd really have no love for her at all.
My girl is a plain girl, my girl isn't proud.
She's just what you'd call a fair looking girl, a girl that would past In a crowd;
She's not an angel from heaven, she'd not set your brain in a whirl;
She's a good, bright, all right, plain little ev'ry-day girl.
She's just the kind of girl to make you happy all the while;
She never makes you jealous, for on others she won't smile;
A little dear, good, home-girl of the sort you read about,
And that's the reason, all the time, her praises I must shout.-Refrain.
She's pure gold, eighteen carat, and that's good enough for me;
She never pale on any airs like other girls you see;
Her heart she gave me long ago, and I have bought the ring,
And when I place it on her finger you will hear me sing:-Refrain.