She's The Image Of Her Mother In A Thousand Different Ways  

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American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
She's the Image of Her Mother in a Thousand Different Ways. Copyright, 1885, by T. B. Harms & Co. Written and sung by Gus Williams. 
My daughter is a charming girl, and very dear to me, In all domestic duties she's as good as she can be, She's full of kind attention and my comfort is her care, I could not do without her, for her like's not anywhere; She brings me in my slippers, and she brushes off my clothes, She mends my damaged stockings, and my buttons on she sews, And if I'm in the humor, music sweet for me she plays, She's the image of her mother in a thousand dif'rent ways. 
Chorus. She's a pretty girl, and a witty girl, she's as sweet as she can be, In some of her accomplishments she much resembles me; She is musical, poetical, she brings me happy days, She's the image of her mother in a thousand dif'rent ways. 
She scolds me when I come home nights, a feeling rather queer, When I've left my companions in a place where they sell beer, "Tis then she reads the riot act, 'till I the promise give, That I will never drink again as long as I shall live; She keeps away from skating rinks, and never bangs her hair, In ordering new bonnets there's none with her can compare, And when she wants a new silk dress, she taffies me with praise, She's the image of her mother in a thousand dif'rent ways.-Chorus 
She has a nice young man who much attention to her shows, And when she's in his company, her face with pleasure glows, She keeps it very quiet, but the truth she need not hide, For very soon I know she'll be a blushing little bride; She likes to go out shopping, just to pass an hour or two, In worrying the nice young man that shows the fashions new; Sometimes into my pocket book she slyly takes a gaze, She's the image of her mother in a thousand dif'rent ways.-Chorus