Kitty Tyrrell.
Copied by permission of Firth, 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,