Maud Foster singing "Her Golden Hair Was Hanging Down Her Back" (Felix MacGlennon), Berliner Gramophone, 1896.
lyrics:
There was once a simple maiden came to New York on a trip,
And her golden hair was hanging down her back.
Her cheeks were like the roses; she'd a pout upon her lip,
And her golden hair was hanging down her back.
When she landed at the station here she took a little stroll,
At everything she wondered 'till she lost her self-control,
Said she, "New York is quite a village, ain't it? Bless my soul!"
And her golden hair was hanging down her back.
But, oh, Jane! Doesn't look the same,
When she left the village she was shy,
But alas! And alack! She's gone back
With a naughty little twinkle in her eye!
She toddled down Broadway, a bashful smile upon her face,
And her golden hair was hanging down her back.
A hit of nice blue ribbon kept her ringlets in their place,
For her golden hair was hanging down her back.
Of course, she knew her manners, she'd been taught to be polite,
So when a gent said "Hem, good evening!" she said "Hem, good night!"
Said she, "I am a stranger here, I hope you'll treat me right!"
And her golden hair was hanging down her back.
But, oh, Jane! Doesn't look the same,
When she left the village she was shy,
But alas! And alack! She's gone back
With a naughty little twinkle in her eye!
