Copyright, 1897, by Carieton, Cavanagh & Co.
Words and music by Harry Jonas.
There is a maiden of whom I will tell, Hazel Drew,
I love her dearly and she knows it well, Hazel Drew,
She lives in a tenement, for she is poor,
But poverty's no crime, of that I am sure,
There's none could but love her, because she's so pure,
Hazel, Hazel, I want you for my wife,
I'm waiting for the answer that makes you mine for life,
Hazel, Hazel, I love none else but you,
To me it's bliss to steal a kiss from Hazel Drew.
ofttimes in roaming fair maidens I've seen, Hazel Drew,
None are the equal of my little queen. Hazel Drew;
To me It's great pleasure to be at her side.
But I'll be more happy when she is my bride,
For then on a long honeymoon we can ride,