My Sweetheart True - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MY SWEETHEART TRUE. Copyright, 1890, by M. Witmark & Sons. 
Written and Composed by Isidor Witmark. 
What the sun is to the day. o-e-du la-e-hi; What the stars are to the night, o-de a-e-de; As a child does love its play, o-de-de la-e hi; So I love my sweetheart true, so fair And bright; When strolling with my loved one thro' the meadows wide, My heart goes pit-a-pat with joyous love And bliss. While pleasure it affords me when I'm by her bide; To seal my rupture with a loving kiss. As the bird chirps for its mate, o-e-de la-e-hi; So for her I always long, o-de a-e-de; If she happens to be late, o-e-de la-e-hi; I call her with my own, my little song: 
Yodle. O, la e-la-o-da-e-hi o-da-e-hi La-e-oh la-e-de oh-de. la-o-da-e hi! Oh-e oh-e oh-e la o-e da, o-la-e da-e. 
How I'm longing for the day, o-e-da la-e-hi; How Tin waiting for the hour, o-de a-e-de; When that "little word "shell say, o-de-de la-e-hi; Then her sweetest smile shall be her only dower; Our little cot shall be a place of loveliness; And none but she, my love, shall be its reigning queen, With nothing else to care for but our happiness; Ah! such a loving pair has ne'er been seen: When the toil of day is o'er, o-e-de la-e-hi; When the twilight shadows fall, o-de a-e-de; She'll be waiting at the door, o-e-de la-e-hi; And she'll welcome me by echoing my call:-Yodle.