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My Blue Eyed Beauty^ 
 
 (Copyright Secured) 
 
 I have a Girl — a real Girl — not one of those minking, blmk- 
 ing, mashing, flirting damsels that catch on to every good look- 
 ing fellow that spends his money flush. No — mine is an angel — 
 an angel without wings. (Sings) — 
 
 She is a blue-eyed beauty, 
 She lives in number forty, 
 Next door to Tim McCarty, 
 Upon the second floor. 
 The first time that I saw her 
 She sat within the parlor, 
 And 1 caught her looking at me 
 As 1 passed her by the door. 
 
 Yes, and I was all broke up. It was a clear case of love at 
 first sight. I never can explain how it was, but the moment I 
 caught her eye it was all up with me. I felt so queer all at once. 
 My heart began to knock against my side, and my legs, they 
 wanted to stop right there. But no matter where I went after 
 that, I kept seeing — 
 
 That little blue eyed beauty, 
 She looked so sweet and pretty, 
 That I vowed that I would see her 
 And tell her of my love ; 
 And if I could but win her. 
 No harm should e'er come to her, 
 I would love, guard and protect her, 
 My little blue-eyed Dove. 
 
 
So I went home and sat up all that night, and all the next 
 day, and all the next night, tliinking how 1 would manage to get 
 an introduction to her, as I suspected the old folks were keeping 
 an eye on her, and, perhaps, if I didn't hurry up, some other 
 fellow would get there before me. So I kej^t on thinking about 
 her until at last I fell asleep and dreamed — 
 
 Of a maiden fair and lovely 
 With eyes of heavenly blue. 
 With teeth of pearly whiteness 
 And lips of ruby hue. 
 Her voice was soft and gentle. 
 Her mind was pure and bright, 
 Her form was like the fairies, 
 As graceful and as light. 
 
 That's the kind of a Daisy she is, and that dream settled the 
 whole business. The moment I woke up I hastily dressed, put 
 on a clean collar, got a ten cent shine, swallowed a cup of coHiee, 
 and rushed right oif with a bottle of poison in one pocket and a 
 pistol in the other pocket, determined to die at her feet if she 
 refused me. I first called on Tim McCarty ; says 1, Tim, 1 want 
 you to give me an introduction to that little blue-eyed lass next 
 door, says I. Can you show me good recommendation of your- 
 self 1 savs he. I con, says 1 ; and with that I pulled out my 
 pistol and pointed it at his head. There's my recommendation, 
 says I. All right, says he; and in less time than it takes me to 
 tell you about it I got there. 
 
 And I sat beside my beauty 
 Witli my arm around her waist, 
 And I told her how I loved her 
 Since first I saw her face. 
 She blushed, and said my dearest, 
 Ask my papa and my mama. 
 If they tell you that I mayest. 
 Then to marry we will haste. 
 
That's all 1 wanted to know; as long as she was willing, I 
 knew the old folks would be before I left thorn. So with a bold 
 heart I started for headquarters. After a little skirmishing I 
 succeeded in reaching the Governor's sanctum, and found the old 
 Gent all alone, reading a newspaper and smoking a fragrant 
 Havana, while his feet were cocked up on the mantel before him. 
 Well, young man, what can I do for you 1 says he. I want your 
 daughter for my wife, says I. W-h-a-t ! my daughter marry you ! 
 says he (and his two eyes looked like two balls of fire as he 
 turned them on me). Vets; v>hy not? says I. You haint got 
 money enough, says he. Well \ have got something else, says I. 
 What's that ? says he. Love, says I. That won't support you, 
 says he. I'll do the supporting myself, says I. Well, I don't 
 know, says he. Well, I know, says I. I'll think about it, says 
 he, and then went oi> reading his paper, entirely ignoring me. I 
 saw it was a hint for me to leave, so I pulled out my pistol and 
 pointed it at his head. I'll give you just two minutes to think 
 about it, says I. Down came his feet from the mantel, up went 
 his right hand. Its all right — she's yours — take her, says he. I 
 will, says I. Then I went back to — 
 
 My little blue-eyed beauty. 
 
 My little woo-ty too-ty, 
 
 She looked just like an angel 
 
 As she met me at the door. 
 
 While I called her name the dearest, 
 
 And the sweetest and the nearest. 
 
 Pressed her to my heart and told her 
 
 She was mine for evermore. 
 
I TRRftRY OF CONGRESS 
 
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