Of all the flowers that ever grew,
In cupid's garden fair,
I know of one and so do you with which none can compare,
She's just a dainty dimpled maid, with eyes of deepest blue,
A rose tint cheek and best of all,
A heart forever true.
Mazie, Mazie, ev'ry body knows you are neater,
you are sweeter than the full blown rose,
Come dear I'm here waitng just for you,
Don't you miss me come and kiss me Mazie do.
What moon beams ever gave the light,
That shines from out your eyes,
in sparkling brightness, stars at night, must yield to you the prize,
Such nectar gave no honey flow'r, as on your lips so sweet,
if I possessed a kingly pow'r,
I'd lay it at your feet
Sloane, Alfred Baldwin and Ranken, Frederic, "Mazie" (1905). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 902.
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