Curly Joe

I was born out in the country
But to the city I did go
I fell in love with a dashing stranger
At first his name I did not know.

I met him in the park one evening
As the sun was sinking low
When I asked him what they call him
He smiled and said, "I'm Curley Joe."

Yes, his hair was dark and curly
And his eyes were all aglow
In my dreams I'm always strolling
Hand in hand with Curley Joe.

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My daddy said we could not marry
Mother said, "I could not go."
Now all that's left are dreams and mem'ries
Of my darling Curley Joe.

Yes, his hair was dark and curly
And his eyes were all aglow
In my dreams I'm always strolling
Hand in hand with Curley Joe...