Sweet Lillie Bly - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
SWEET LILLIE BLY. Copyright, 1893, by Spaulding, Kornder & Co. Words by Lew. H. Carroll. Music by Miss Dagmar. 
The troubadour sang to his own true love, While on his light guitar he played; In accents sweet he told his darling of The proposition he had made. To her mamma, while at their mountain home, She sacrificed her daughter's hand; With hearts' delight he sang with sweetness, And played his light guitar so grand. 
Chorus. Dearest, sweet Lillie Bly, eyes that are as blue as sky, Cheeks that are red from the mountain air, Curls that are golden, there's none can compare, To my love, my darling, my own-this dear little maiden so shy, With cupid's dart she won my heart, sweet Lillie Bly. 
Now Lillie is a sweet and modest girl, Her winsome face we all adore: There's one that calls on her when through his toil, And he's this jolly troubadour. With his guitar he loves to sing and play To his true love, this maiden fair: His darling listens with a heart so gay To music that rings through the air.-Chorus.