Top o'the Mornin'
Music by Harry Von Tilzer
Words by Andrew B. Sterling
Published 1907 by Harry Von Tilzer Pub. Co.
Michael Carney O, full of blarney O,
Bridget Mc Cue an Irish rose,
Met one morning O, day was dawning O,
this is the way the story goes,
She said to him, "let me pass upon my way,"
He said to her "won't you stay? say,
I'll not let you go, till you kiss me, no,
Ah, ha, ha, ha, tis fine the day."
Top o' the mornin' Bridget Mc Cue,
Fresh as a shamrock covered with dew,
Sure I'd walk a hundred miles, just to see one of your smiles,
And to peep into your eyes of Irish blue, that's true,
Bridget me darlin' what will I do,
My heart's a thumpin' thinkin' a you,
When I gaze upon your charms I could roll you in my arms,
Sure as you're born,Top o' the morn, Bridget Mc Cue.
Bridget paused awhile, then said with a smile,
"Sure you've been after me for days,
With your blarney talk, that you brought from Cork,
Faith and it's you, has coaxing ways;"
Then Micheal said, with a twinkle in his eye,
"Look at that cloud in the sky, my!"
When she turned to look, quick a kiss he took,
Ah, ha, ha, ha, said he, "goodbye."