Dear old girl / words by Richard Henry Buck music by Theodore Morse
MLA Citation
Morse, Theodore F., 1873-1924. “Dear old girl / words by Richard Henry Buck music by Theodore Morse.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 23 May 2022, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/32846. Accessed 20 July 2025.
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Title | Dear old girl / words by Richard Henry Buck music by Theodore Morse |
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Subject | Popular music -- 1901-1910 |
Description | For voice and piano |
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Creator | Morse, Theodore F., 1873-1924 |
Source | Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University |
Publisher | New York : Theodore Morse Music Co. |
Date | 1903 |
Contributor | Buck, Richard Henry, 1870-1956. Lyricist. |
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Format | Sheet music |
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Type | Image |
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Identifier | SMC 01385 |
https://digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/32846 | |
Alternative Title | First line of text: 'Twas a sunny day in June, when the birds were all in tune;First line of chorus: Dear old girl the robin sings above you |
References | https://maurice.bgsu.edu/record=b2349054~S9 |
VERSE 01: ‘Twas a sunny day in June, when the birds were all in tune, and the songs they sang all seemed to be of you,/And the words I came to speak, brought the blushes to your cheek, as you whispered “yes” and fondly kissed me, too/I could see the lovelight shine, in your bright eyes, sweetheart mine,/When the preacher said the words that make us one,/And you were a faithful wife, thro’ the changing scene of life,/’Till the Master said your work on earth was done. VERSE 02: Dark and drear the world has grown, as I wander all alone, and I hear the breezes sobbing thro’ the pines,/I can scarce hold back my tears, when the southern moon appears, for ‘tis on our humble cottage where it shines/Once again we seem to sit, when the evening lamps are lit,/With our faces turned toward the golden west,/When I prayed that you and I, ne’er would have to say ‘goodbye’,/But that still together we’d be laid to rest. CHORUS: Dear old girl, the robin sings above you,/Dear old girl, it speaks of how I love you,/The blinding tears are falling, as I think of my lost pearl,/And my broken heart is calling, calling for you Dear old girl. | |
Original Format | 1 score (5 pages) 31 cm |