She Was Bred in Old Kentucky
A sentimental view of courtship and marriage from 1898.
She was bred in Old Kentucky.
As a lad I stood one day by a cottage far away,
And to me that day all nature seemed 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 tale, of love that ne'er would fail,
The grey-haired 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—
She was bred in old Kentucky where the summer skies are blue,
There's the sunshine of the country in her face and manner too.
She was bred in old Kentucky, take her lad, you're mighty lucky,
When you marry a girl like Sue.
Many years have passed away since that well-remembered day
When to that dear old Kentucky home I came;
And my happiness through 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 long called our home,
For yesterday my darling passed away,
And I think with tears of joy of the day when but a boy,
When I took her hand and head her mother say—
She was bred in old Kentucky where the summer skies are blue,
There's the sunshine of the country in her face and manner too.
She was bred in old Kentucky, take her lad, you're mighty lucky ,
When you marry a girl like Sue.