Grace O'moore - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
GRACE O'MOORE. Copyright, 1895, by Jos. W. Stern & Co. By Max S. Witt. Arranged by G. M. Rosenberg. 
I know a dear little maiden, whose name is Grace; She has a pretty, bewitching, sweet, smiling face; When you have seen her, you all with me will agree That ne'er before have you seen such a queen as she; She's pure as the lilies, modest in form And face-Who could not love her, my own little dark-eyed Grace. 
Chorus. Grace O'Moore Is the girl I love, True to me she is as the stars above; If you roam this wide world o'er, Not a girl can equal her, my Grace O'Moore. 
Yes, she has promised my own little wife to be, That makes me happy, for no greater boon to me; Her truest love I have won, I can proudly say; And to the future I now look without dismay; Though skies may o'ershadow, boding ill winds and rain, We will be happy, for sunshine must come again.- Chorus.