Lyrics:
When a lad, I stood one day by a cottage far away,
And to me that day, all nature seem'd more grand;
For my Sue, with blushes red, had just promised we should wed,
And I'd come to ask her mother for her hand.
As I told the old, old tale, of a love that n'er would fail,
The grayhaired mother stroked her daughter's head,
And I fancied I could trace just a tear on her kind face,
As she placed my sweetheart's hand in mine and said,
chorus:
She was bred in old Kentucky,
Where the meadow grass is blue,
There's the sunshine of the country,
In her face and manner too;
She was bred in old Kentucky,
Take her boy, you're mighty lucky,
When you marry a girl like Sue.
Many years have pass'd away since that well remember'd day,
When to that dear old Kentucky home I came;
And my happiness thro' life, was my sweetheart friend and wife,
For the sunshine in her heart remained the same.
I am sitting all alone, in the place we've long called home,
For yesterday my darling passed away;
Tho' in tears I think with joy of the day when but a oy,
That I took her hand and heard her mother say,
