Kitty Tyrrell.

Kitty Tyrrell.Copied by permission ofFirth, Pond, & Co., 547 Broadway, N. Y., publishers of the music.You’re looking as fresh as the morn, darling,You’re looking as bright as the day;But while on your charms I’m dilating,You’re stealing my poor heart away.But keep it and welcome, mavourneen,Its loss I’m not going to mourn;Yet one heart’s enough for a body,So pray give me yours in return.Mavourneen, mavourneen,Oh! pray give me yours in return.I’ve built me a neat little cot, darling,I’ve pigs and potatoes in store;I’ve twenty good pounds in the bank, love,And may be, a pound or two more.It’s all very well to have riches,But I’m such a covetous elf,I can’t help still sighing for something,And, darling, that something’s yourself.Mavourneen, mavourneen,And that something, you know, is yourself.You’re smiling, and that’s a good sign, darling;Say “Yes,” and you’ll never repent;Or, if you would rather be silent,Your silence I’ll take for consent.That good-natured dimple’s a tell-tale,Now all that I have is your own,This week you may be Kitty Tyrrell,Next week you’ll be Mistress Malone.Mavourneen, mavourneen,You’ll be my own Mistress Malone.

Copied by permission ofFirth, Pond, & Co., 547 Broadway, N. Y., publishers of the music.

You’re looking as fresh as the morn, darling,You’re looking as bright as the day;But while on your charms I’m dilating,You’re stealing my poor heart away.But keep it and welcome, mavourneen,Its loss I’m not going to mourn;Yet one heart’s enough for a body,So pray give me yours in return.Mavourneen, mavourneen,Oh! pray give me yours in return.I’ve built me a neat little cot, darling,I’ve pigs and potatoes in store;I’ve twenty good pounds in the bank, love,And may be, a pound or two more.It’s all very well to have riches,But I’m such a covetous elf,I can’t help still sighing for something,And, darling, that something’s yourself.Mavourneen, mavourneen,And that something, you know, is yourself.You’re smiling, and that’s a good sign, darling;Say “Yes,” and you’ll never repent;Or, if you would rather be silent,Your silence I’ll take for consent.That good-natured dimple’s a tell-tale,Now all that I have is your own,This week you may be Kitty Tyrrell,Next week you’ll be Mistress Malone.Mavourneen, mavourneen,You’ll be my own Mistress Malone.

You’re looking as fresh as the morn, darling,

You’re looking as bright as the day;

But while on your charms I’m dilating,

You’re stealing my poor heart away.

But keep it and welcome, mavourneen,

Its loss I’m not going to mourn;

Yet one heart’s enough for a body,

So pray give me yours in return.

Mavourneen, mavourneen,

Oh! pray give me yours in return.

I’ve built me a neat little cot, darling,I’ve pigs and potatoes in store;I’ve twenty good pounds in the bank, love,And may be, a pound or two more.It’s all very well to have riches,But I’m such a covetous elf,I can’t help still sighing for something,And, darling, that something’s yourself.Mavourneen, mavourneen,And that something, you know, is yourself.

I’ve built me a neat little cot, darling,

I’ve pigs and potatoes in store;

I’ve twenty good pounds in the bank, love,

And may be, a pound or two more.

It’s all very well to have riches,

But I’m such a covetous elf,

I can’t help still sighing for something,

And, darling, that something’s yourself.

Mavourneen, mavourneen,

And that something, you know, is yourself.

You’re smiling, and that’s a good sign, darling;Say “Yes,” and you’ll never repent;Or, if you would rather be silent,Your silence I’ll take for consent.That good-natured dimple’s a tell-tale,Now all that I have is your own,This week you may be Kitty Tyrrell,Next week you’ll be Mistress Malone.Mavourneen, mavourneen,You’ll be my own Mistress Malone.

You’re smiling, and that’s a good sign, darling;

Say “Yes,” and you’ll never repent;

Or, if you would rather be silent,

Your silence I’ll take for consent.

That good-natured dimple’s a tell-tale,

Now all that I have is your own,

This week you may be Kitty Tyrrell,

Next week you’ll be Mistress Malone.

Mavourneen, mavourneen,

You’ll be my own Mistress Malone.

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