In my sweet lit – tle A – lice blue g own,
When I first wandered down in – to t own,
I was both proud and s hy, as I felt e’ – ry eye,
And in every shop window I primped passing by.
Then in m anner of fash – ion, I’d f rown,
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And the world seemed to smile all a – round.
‘Til it wilted, I wore it, I’ll always a – dore it,
My sweet lit – tle A – li ce b lue go wn!
I o nce had a gown, it was al – most new;
Oh, the daintiest thing, it was sweet Alice Blue,
With little forget-me-nots placed here and th ere;
When I had it on, I walked on the a ir;
And it wore, and it wore, and it wore, and it wore
Til it went and it wasn’t no more.
I was both proud and s hy, as I felt e’ – ry eye,
And in every shop window I primped passing by.
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