American Old Time Song Lyrics: 55 Sweet Emeline

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 55

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Copyright, 1897, by Coupon Music Pub. Co.

Yes, my love is like a blushing rose.
And my love each day still greater grows;
Pure Is the maid of my choice and true.
My sweet Emeline with eyes of blue.

Yes, she Is Just divine, my sweet Emeline.
She stole my heart and Cupid's dart
Went through this heart of mine;
And soon we are to wed,
For she the word has said,
There Is no bliss that equals this.
Loved by sweet Emeline.

She's not rich, if gold you riches call,
But she is rich In pleasant words for all:
Yonng and the old win her smile so sweet,
And with beaming face her coming greet.- Chorus.

Grace she has, 'tis youthful grace unsought,
And not that with fashion plates are bought,
Art she may use, 'tis the art of truth,
Framed with all the radiant charms of youth - Chorus.

Now, my friends, say not "a love sick youth,"
For you all will own I speak the truth;
No greater victory's won by man In life,
Than to win a pure and loving wife.- Chorus.
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