Belle O'Brien 1895

James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 01 Feb 2004

I ain't so swell,
me clothes are poor,
me ways are somewhat rough.
But I always had me reasons,
and I was never tough;
and that is why I liked a girl,
we were each others pride.
I trusted her and she owned me,
a year ago she died.

Belle O'Brien, you are lyin'
where the flowers grow;
All me thoughts to you are flyin'
where you're lyin' low;
Belle O'Brien; hard I'm tryin'
now to find some rest,
since I laid those roses cryin'
on your quiet breast.

I lie awake at night,
and dream of what we were to be,
when my Belle got good and ready,
to up and marry me;
she liked me better than the rest,
one day she told me so!
I wish she could come back again,
just like a year ago.

Belle O'Brien, you are lyin'
where the flowers grow;
All me thoughts to you are flyin'
where you're lyin' low;
Belle O'Brien; hard I'm tryin'
now to find some rest,
since I laid those roses cryin'
on your quiet breast.

I work all day from dawn till dark,
and try to live it down,
but I never more am happy,
beneath misfortunes frown.
The world is not the same to me,
for joy has taken wing,
and thro' the dreary years
my heart can only softly sing.

Belle O'Brien, you are lyin'
where the flowers grow;
All me thoughts to you are flyin'
where you're lyin' low;
Belle O'Brien; hard I'm tryin'
now to find some rest,
since I laid those roses cryin'
on your quiet breast.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Belle O'Brien 1895
Lyrics by John Ernest McCann
Music by Victor Herbert
copyright 1895 by T. B. Harms & Co.
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Sunday 01 February 2004 at 22.46
in association with Doug Grierson
*
one of the rare songs which Victor Herbert wrote for solo voice
and which was not associated with an opera.
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