My Love She Is A Fairy Queen - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MY LOVE SHE IS A FAIRY QUEEN 
My love she is a fairy queen-About her face no paint is seen; Her pretty foot is very small, But very large is her waterfall; Her ankle too, so plump and fat, It makes my heart go pit-a-pat; Were I a bee upon her lip, I'd stay all day and sip and sip. 
Chorus. Oh, she never flirts-she's no coquette; She never scolds, nor does she fret; She some on style, And full of fun; "You bet your life," she's number one. 
I took her to a show one night, I almost knew 'twould please her quite: And as we sat in the parquette, How nice I felt I scarce can say; The bell it rang, the curtain rose; A man came out in spangled clothes, Entrancing me with dashing style, While to my love he gave a smile.-Chorus. 
To see my love next day I went-To pop the question was my intent; Alas! poor me, I felt quite sore To hear she'd gone in a coach and four; Her mother squealed and I did squall; She'd took her trunk and waterfall; I seized my hat-to the show I ran, But she'd eloped with a circus man.-Chorus.