Title

Fountain Fay

Music ID

VP_007810

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VP_007810 Verse 1A frock divinely simple Of good domestic taste, A pout, a smile, a dimple, A plump inviting waist, An apron of a whiteness, That puts the snow to shame, Tied with becoming tightness, A figure is the aim. A cap, a pert creation Of ribbon, bows and lace, At proper elevation To frame a smiling face, And there you have a measure For rural rhapsodist, A tantalizing treasure That no one can resist. Fountain Fay, Fountain Fay! ev'ry one cries, So fascinating they find her; Playing the game of love, winning the prize And leaving her victims behind her; And all you who once become slaves to her art, Stand at her beck and call; To meet her is simply to part with your heart; The fountain fay charms them all. Verse 2Men come here trouble laden, With ills they can't endure, To have this water maiden Administer the cure, And all whose tribulations, Are bad enough to start, Get further complications, Of trouble with the heart. She keeps the fellows guessing, The wisest of the wise, Still they say she's a blessing, She is but in disguise, A puzzle to all creatures Who come to drink her cup, A puzzle with such features, That none will give her up. Fountain Fay, Fountain Fay! ev'ry one cries, So fascinating they find her; Playing the game of love, winning the prize And leaving her victims behind her; And all you who once become slaves to her art, Stand at her beck and call; To meet her is simply to part with your heart; The fountain fay charms them all.

Physical Description

1 score (6 p.) : ill. ; 31 cm.

Publication Date

1909

Publisher

Jos. W. Stern & Co

Publication Place

New York

Fountain Fay

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