American Old Time Song Lyrics: 20 Tis Folly To Be Wise
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 20
'TIS FOLLY TO BE WISE.
There was a time I fondly loved
A young girl bright and fair,
The sunbeams sported in her eyes.
And glistened In her hair;
She was my star, ray life, my all,
I gloried in my prize;
Where ignorance is bliss, you know.
'Tis folly to be wise.
Oh, many a pleasant hour I've passed
While sitting by her side.
And oft I kissed her ruby lips
And wished she were my bride.
And then I dreamed her heart so pure
Responded back by sighs;
Where ignorance is bliss, you know,
'Tis folly to be wise.
She used to go with me to balls.
And daily on me smile.
While I in my sweet innocence
Was happy all the while;
I never knew the cousin, Tom,
She seemed so much to prize;
Where ignorance is bliss, you know.
Tis folly to so wise.
The truth came out at last one morn,
My treasure ran away,
And cousin Tom, the horrid scamp.
Went with her, so they say;
Alas! I know not where she went,
For I was too surprised;
Where ignorance is bliss, you know,
Tis folly to be wise.