American Old Time Song Lyrics: 53 My Sweetheart Nellie Bland

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My Sweetheart, Nellie Bland.
Copyright, 1895, by Anita Owen.
Words by Monroe Sonneschem. Music by Anita Owen.

In a little valley there's a house that stands alone;
There dwells within a maiden that I long to call my own;
She wears no silk or satin, and no rings are on her hand,
Yet I love my little sweetheart, Nellie Bland.

She's the dearest of them all, none with her compare.
With her eyes of deepest blue, And her golden hair;
She'll be all the world to me when I win her hand:
She's the idol of my heart, my sweetheart, Nellie Bland.

On a summer's evening, as we wandered side by side,
I told her that I loved her, asked her then to be my bride;
No answer did she give me, And her eyes were on the sand,
Still I feel she loves me, darling Nellie Bland.-Refrain.

When at last I win her, and when she's my darling wife,
I'll love her as I love her now until the end of life,
And when that change is over, and before my God I stand,
I will ask an only blessing-Nellie Bland.-Refrain.
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