Lyrics:
There's a little side street such as often you meet,
Where the boys of a Sunday night rally,
Tho' it's not very wide, and it's dismal beside,
Yet they call the place Paradise Alley,
But a maiden so sweet, lives in that little street,
She's the daughter of widow MacNally,
She has bright golden hair, and the boys all declare,
chorus:
She's the sunshine of Paradise Alley.
Ev'ry Sunday down to her home we go,
All the boys and all the girls they love her so,
Always jolly, heart that is true I know,
She is the Sunshine of Paradise Alley.
When O'Brien's little lad had the fever so bad,
That no one would dare to go near him,
Then this dear girl so brave, said,
“I think I can save, or at least I can comfort and cheer him,
Soon the youngster got well,
and the neighbors all tell
How the daughter of widow MacNally,
Risked her life for a boy, and they hail her with joy,
As the sunshine of Paradise Alley.
She's had offers to wed by the dozen, 'tis said,
Still she always refused them politely,
But of late she's been seen with young Tommy Killeen,
Going out for a promenade nightly,
We can all guess the rest, for the boy she loves best,
Will soon change her name from MacNally,
Though he may change her name, she'll be known just the same,
As the sunshine of Paradise Alley.
