American Old Time Song Lyrics: 29 Cleopatra Mcnally

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 29

CLEOPATRA McNALLY.
Copyright, 1890, by E. R. Durborow.
Words and Music by Samuel H Speck.

You may sing of Annie Rooney and other pretty maids,
I'll tell you of a damsel that will give them cards and spades;
She has not a bewitching eye, she don't look modest or act shy;
She's not pretty at all. and she's not a bit fly,
This Cleopatra McNally.

Chorus.
She's my hoodoo, I'm her Jonah; she's mashed on me, I'm a goner;
She is happy, I'm a mourner, she whistles and waits at the corner,
This Cleopatra McNally.

Her nose is cut on the bias, with a wart upon the end;
One front tooth in her mammoth mouth looks as if it had no friend;
Her feet don't match, her face is bent, her upper story is to rent;
To punish me she to this world has been sent,
This Cleopatra McNally.-Chorus.

If her face is all her fortune, she'll always be dead-broke;
Whene'er she looks up at a clock there's ne'er another stroke;
What to do with her now makes me guess; she loves me true, I must confess;
If any one wants it. I'll give the address
Of Cleopatra McNally.-Chorus