American Old Time Song Lyrics: 54 Wont You Be My Little Girl

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 54

Home Songster main V01 V02 V03 V04 V05 V06 V07 V08 V09 V10 V11 V12 V13 V14 V15 V16 V17 V18 V19 V20 V21 V22 V23 V24 V25 V26 V27 V28 V29 V30 V31 V32 V33 V34 V35 V36 V37 V38 V39 V40 V41 V42 V43 V44 V45 V46 V47 V48 V49 V50 V51 V52 V53 V54 V55 V56 V57 V58 V59 V60 V61 Support Search

Share page  Visit Us On FB

Won't You Be My Little Girl?
Copyright. 1896, by The. Homer Tourjee Pub. Co.
Words by Isaac G. Reynolds. Music by Homer Tourjee.

A poor little ragged child, tears were in each pretty eye,
Stood midst the city's throng, pleading with all who passed by,
Crowds gathered by her side, waiting her story to hear,
Every one pitied her, 'most ev'ry one shed a tear;
I have no place to go, were the sad words that she said;
Nobody cares for me now that my mother is dead;
Then some kind-hearted man led the poor orphan away,
Holding her to his heart, then the sweet child heard him say:

Won't you be my little girl, I had a child once like you;
She had those same pretty curls, and those same bright eyes of blue,
So I will love you the same, and you'll be my own little pearl;
My little child she's in heaven with your ma, so won't you be "my little girl."

At home sat his darling wife, hair now gray, tho' young in years,
She held a photograph, covered with mother's sad tears,
'Twas of her own dear child, whom she will see here no more;
She treasures all the toys her baby left on the floor,
Husband, returning home, met his dear wife at. the door.
"Here is a child," he said; "you'll not be sad any more."
| With fond caresses then, and with a mother's kind way,
She changed the ragged dress, while to the child she did say:- Chorus.
Download music lyrics PDF file For Printing with (no ads)
Download music lyrics in RTF file For editing / printing with Word and other editing software.
Download music lyrics as PNG Graphic file For inclusion in DTP etc.