ALONG CAME RUTH
(Irving Berlin) (1914)





I had girls by the score yes, a hundred or more
Each one as nice as could be
It was hard to decide which I'd want for my bride
They all looked lovely to me

While I was trying to choose one I met a wonderful girl
She came tripping along, like a beautiful song
Setting my brain in a whirl

I was growing very fond of Molly
When along came Ruth, along came Ruth
I thought an awful lot of Dolly, when Ruth came along
My head began to "Merrygoround," I almost married Polly

I was making love to May, when along came Ruth
And to tell the truth, she stole my heart away

There's a right little girl, with the right little curl
For ev'ry right little boy
When she comes you'll forget, all the others you've met
Sorrow will turn into joy

She doesn't have to be pretty, she doesn't have to be wise
When she comes you will find, tho' they say love is blind
She'll make you open your eyes

I was growing very fond of Molly
When along came Ruth, along came Ruth,
I thought an awful lot of Dolly, when Ruth came along
My head began to "Merrygoround," I almost married Polly

I was making love to May, when along came Ruth
And to tell the truth, she stole my heart away





(Contributed by  - February 2007)