SANDY
HAIRED
MARY
Sung by Hughey Dougherty, of Carncross' Minstrels.
I board with Mrs, Dooley, I have an attic room,
A little Irish lady sweeps it with a broom;
Her name is Mary Daly, and when her supper's ate,
She's titivated gaily down at the area gate.
Chorus. - She's a duck, she's a dove, she's the only one I love,
She's a lilly, she's a jewel, she's a fairy,
She's a pet, you can bet she'll be Mrs. Grogan yet,
Fairy sandy haired Mary in our area.
She flirts with all the police patroling on the beat,
The milkman in the morning, he has his tete-a-tete,
The Dutch grocer at the corner, he gives her double weight,
And lugs her heavy basket down to the area gate. - Cho.
She has captured our Postman, it really is a sin;
He shouts when he's passing: Is Mary Daly in?
He takes her promenading, and gets home rather late,
Then has things on the "quiet" down at the area gate. - Cho.
She is going to be a teacher in a great big public school,
Among her many scholars you'll never find a fool,
For she's an education, the best in all the State,
Our Sandy haired Mary, down at our area gate. - Cho.
She's known in all our public parks, each corner that she'll pass,
The loafers all cry out, there goes a rosy posy lass,
She's queen down in our kitchen, presides there o'er our grate,
But dresses like a lady when she's at the area gate. - Cho.
Can speak most any language, German, Greek or French,
Can dance an Irish breakdown on any wooden bench,
Plays euchre and peanuckle [sic], she is always sure to beat,
And winks at all the mashers as they pass our area gate. - Cho.
The butcher and the ice man and the baker with his bread;
The plumber and the glazier have nearly turned her head;
But a quiet undertaker has laid me out complete,
He marries her next Sunday, we close the area gate. - Cho.
Wm. J. Schmidt, 360 Mulberry Street. Baltimore.
Publisher of American, English, Irish, Dutch, Negro, Sailor, Soldier,
Comic, Humerous [sic], College, Sentimental, Social and Religious,
Choice Selected Standard Songs.
