American Old Time Song Lyrics: 37 Shes My Sweetheart Still

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 37

SHE'S MY SWEETHEART STILL.
Copyright, 1892. by Willis Woodward & Co.
Words and Music by Harry Starr.

I call to mind a summer's morn, a parting on the quay,
A sobbing girl who midst her tears vowed constancy to me;
She was my first, my only love, I kissed her once again.
And with a farewell promise, suited away across the main;
A year flew by and gayly to my native shore I turned;
I longed to clasp her to my breast, to see her how I yearned;
Oh! how I wish from mem'ry all the past I could efface,
Her vows were all forgot, alas! another held my place.

Chorus.
Sweethearts, we were sweethearts till the day when she
Knelt down in tears, Imploring to be free,
And tho' she loves another, who tries her love to kill,
I can't forget her; she's my sweetheart still.

I sought and found my love at last, for still to hope I clung,
Till word by word the hard And cruel truth from her I wrung;
My dearest friend, by treachery, had her simple mind misled,
And in my absence all her thoughts had turned to him instead;
She begged me to forgive her as upon her knees she fell;
Oh! how could I refuse, alas! I loved my love too well;
I gave her back her freedom, yes, And from the scene I fled;
My love remained to torture, though my heart was scarred And dead.- Chorus

I watched her on her bridal morn, I stood within the aisle,
As, leaning on her lover's arm, she wore a happy smile,
I envied him his lucky fate, And yet I know not why;
I loved to see her happiness, the love light in her eyes;
But years have wrought sad changes, all her love was no avail;
Her pallid face.' her wasted form too plainly told the tale:
" A heartless villain," tired of the toy he had to buy;
He spurns the love I cherish, And for which I'd gladly die.-Chorus.