PRETTY MAMIE, CAN YOU BLAME ME.
Copyright, 1897, by O. A. Boscr.
Words by J. T. Monahan. Music by O. A. Boser.
Just as daylight fades to twilight, just as dusk is hov'ring near.
Alights a maiden from car laden with working people by the score;
None is sweeter when I meet her, heart that is light with laughter gay.
She is pretty, gay And witty, laughing lightly when I say:
Pretty Mamie, can you blame me, when for you're heart I sigh,
For you capture and enrapture ev'ry heart that's nigh;
You're the girl in all this word would cheer my lonely life,
Then only name, my pretty Maine, the day you'll be my wife.
While out strolling and extolling on her captivating way,
She said to me, "Jack, you sue me only for the passing day: "
Ever pleasing, always teasing, scorns my suit whene'er I pray,
Still I adore her And would for her give my life this very day.-Refrain.