My Pretty Little Loula, Loula, Lou.
Copyright, 1897, by Smith Piano Co.
Words and Music by Fred Cohn.
Down the valley there lives a maiden
So very demure and shy,
A little maiden with beauty laden.
And how for her my heart does sigh,
I met her down by the bubbling brook,
One lovely afternoon in May,
And she struck me so, oh, bless her,
That I ventured to address her,
Excuse me but I've lost my way;
At first she seemed rather frightened.
But I soon set her at ease.
And now I go to call on her
Just whene'er I please.
For her lips are red as rubies,
And her eyes they shine Just like the sparkling snow,
And I love her, yes I love her,
She's the prettiest little colored girl I know,
And some day I shall marry
My pretty little Loula, Loula, Loula, Lou.
The other day we received an invite
To a swell colored fancy ball,
Given by the Sons of Etheop,
Up there in the old town hall
There were colored girls of every kind,
Short, stout, lean and tall,
But my Loula, with her grace, her style
And figure had a cinch there,
You net she beat them all,
And now soon we'll be married
in that cottage by the lake,
And then I want you all to come
And watch her cut that cake.- Refrain.