American Old Time Song Lyrics: 05 My Love She Is A Fairy Queen

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 5

MY LOVE SHE IS A FAIRY QUEEN

My love she is a fairy queen-
About her face no paint is seen;
Her pretty foot is very small,
But very large is her waterfall;
Her ankle too, so plump and fat,
It makes my heart go pit-a-pat;
Were I a bee upon her lip,
I'd stay all day and sip and sip.

Chorus.
Oh, she never flirts-she's no coquette;
She never scolds, nor does she fret;
She some on style, And full of fun;
"You bet your life," she's number one.

I took her to a show one night,
I almost knew 'twould please her quite:
And as we sat in the parquette,
How nice I felt I scarce can say;
The bell it rang, the curtain rose;
A man came out in spangled clothes,
Entrancing me with dashing style,
While to my love he gave a smile.-Chorus.

To see my love next day I went-
To pop the question was my intent;
Alas! poor me, I felt quite sore
To hear she'd gone in a coach and four;
Her mother squealed and I did squall;
She'd took her trunk and waterfall;
I seized my hat-to the show I ran,
But she'd eloped with a circus man.-Chorus.