My Sweetheart, Nellie Bland - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
My Sweetheart, Nellie Bland. Copyright, 1895, by Anita Owen. Words by Monroe Sonneschem. Music by Anita Owen. 
In a little valley there's a house that stands alone; There dwells within a maiden that I long to call my own; She wears no silk or satin, and no rings are on her hand, Yet I love my little sweetheart, Nellie Bland. 
Refrain. She's the dearest of them all, none with her compare. With her eyes of deepest blue, And her golden hair; She'll be all the world to me when I win her hand: She's the idol of my heart, my sweetheart, Nellie Bland. 
On a summer's evening, as we wandered side by side, I told her that I loved her, asked her then to be my bride; No answer did she give me, And her eyes were on the sand, Still I feel she loves me, darling Nellie Bland.-Refrain. 
When at last I win her, and when she's my darling wife, I'll love her as I love her now until the end of life, And when that change is over, and before my God I stand, I will ask an only blessing-Nellie Bland.-Refrain.