Historic Sheet Music Collection

Title

Mickey

Document Type

Score

Publication Date

1918

Comments

Mickey Words by Harry Williams, Music by Neil Moret

Adapted from Mack Sennett's $500,000 Photoplay "Mickey" and respectfully dedicated to Mabel Normand

Waterson, Berlin & Snyder, Co. Music Publishers, Strand Theatre Bldg. Broadway at 47th St., New York
Copyright MCMXVIII by Daniels & Wilson, Inc. San Francisco, Cal.
Copyright transferred MCMXIX to Waterson, Berlin & Snyder, Co.
International copyright secured

Promotions for other published songs by Waterson, Berlin & Snyder Co. on back cover, including "Take Me to the Land of Jazz" and "I'll Be Happy When the Preacher Makes You Mine"

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh! What a shame they gave you the name Mickey,
Where is the rose that grows in repose like you?
Lucky the birds and the bees you'd meet;
Lucky the moss and the violet sweet,
When they were trod by your bare little feet,
There in the morning dew.
How can you blame me when I pine,
Dearie to change your name to mine?
Mickey, pretty Mickey
With your hair of raven hue,
In your smiling so beguiling,
There's a bit of Killarney, bit of the Blarney too.
Childhood in the wild-wood,
Like a mountain flow'r you grew;
Pretty Mickey, pretty Mickey
Can you blame anyone for falling in love with you?

[Verse 2]
You had a friend that used to defend and love you,
He was a dog, a mutt of a dog, it's true;
He used to follow you ev'ry where,
Look in your eyes with a lovable stare,
He was a lucky old dog to be there,
And he believed it too.
This is a promise true from me,
"I'll be as faithful to you, as he"
Mickey, pretty Mickey
With your hair of raven hue;
In your smiling so beguiling
There's a bit of Killarney, bit of the Blarney, too.
Childhood in the wild-wood,
Like a mountain flow'r you grew;
Pretty Mickey, pretty Mickey,
Can you blame anyone for falling in love with you?

[Refrain]
Mickey, pretty Mickey
With your hair of raven hue;
In your smiling so beguiling,
There's a bit of Killarney, bit of the Blarney, too.
Childhood in the wild-wood,
Like a mountain flow'r you grew;
Pretty Mickey, pretty Mickey,
Can you blame anyone for falling in love with you?

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