THE GIRL I MET ON BROADWAY
Copyright, 1898, by A Scull & Co.
Words and Music by H. W. Hughes.
It was just the other day. as I strolled along Broadway,
A pretty little maid I chanced to see;
She turned and looked so shy, then she "winked the other eye,"
And her cunning air almost enchanted me.
Her name is not "Marie," though she's sweet as she can be,
And her "golden hair is hanging down "you know;
She may have passed her teens, tho' quite youthful still she seems,
For her little eyes with love light are aglow.
I met her on Broadway the other day;
She stole my heart away, yes for aye;
You may sing of love's deep passion,
Or the maids of modern fashion,
But give to me the girl I met on Broadway.
There are girls of every kind, even one "I left behind,"
But not the one I met the other day;
She's not kind you'd court on the "sidewalks of New York,"
For the best of them prefer some other way.
Each evening now I wait for my darling at the gate,
There to kiss her tears and sorrows all away.
"When summer comes again," her and I will wander then
On the "Banks O Bonnie," where the zephyrs play.- Chorus.
When the roses bloom again, come the sunshine or the rain,
I'll take her to my bosom ne'er to part
The wedding bells will ring, and the birdies sweeter sing,
When I press the darling creature to my heart:
We'll sing "love's sweetest song," while the years are rolling on,
And tho' grief may sometimes mar our happy lot,
We'll each love still the same, weaving nut life's golden chain,
With just a little "kiss and then make up." - Chorus.