SWEET MAY BRADY.
Copyright, 1898, by A. M. Mansfield. Words by
C. J. Mapp. Music by J. B Cohen.
Of all the girls in all the world there's but one girl for me,
All call her sweet May Brady, for she's sweet as sweet can be.
Whene'er the lads they try to win my sweetheart from my side.
She smiles and gently tells them "nay," for she's my promised bride.
Sweet May Brady, my lady with heart so true,
Eyes, so dancing and glancing, of deepest blue,
won't you name a day when we may marry, do!
And money, I'll burn it, as fast as I earn it, sweet May, for you!
Since from this precious little girl my happy fate I learned.
I've saved my dimes and nickels, too, nor even pennies spurned.
Until I now have quite enough to build a home for May,
And Sunday next, while in the park, she'll name our wedding day- Ref.