PRETTY ELSIE DOWNEY.
Copyright, 1896, by P. M. Wolsieffer.
Words by Eugene Richter. Music by H. C. Verner.
I've a little girl, she's a priceless pearl, and a maid of high degree;
She's a radiant queen, though she's but sixteen, and she's all the world to me.
When my work is done, to her home I run, where she greets me with a smile;
Then we talk of June and our honeymoon, close beside her all the while.
For she is
Pretty Elsie Downey, the idol of my heart,
I know if aught should happen her life from me would part;
I'm longing for the time to come when she will be my own,
When she will rule the cottage we'll call home, sweet home.
'Neath the silver moon with my love I spoon, I embrace her tenderly,
Then her eyes gleam bright with a tender light as she turns them full on me.
When the clock strikes ten I go home again, but in dreams she's by my side,
Riches can't compare with my love so fair, who will shortly be my bride.
And she is- Chorus.