MY GRANDFATHER'S GIRL
(Words and Music By: Will A. Dillon, 1916)


I love her, I love her, and always will, my grandmother dear,
I can see her still. Her old fashioned bonnet and gingham
gown, when she rode with dear old grandpa into town.
Though she was eighty-two, he loved her fond and true.

Who was it, who was it, on Christmas night, that filled up
your stocking with such delight? 'twas grandma, 'twas
grandma, I know because, she was always a good old
Santa Claus. The cakes and candies, too, she'd give them
all to you.

My grandfather's girl was a grand old girl, and she lived in
the house on the hill. My granddaddy first met his first
little girl, down by the old red mill. And together they
wandered down the lane to the church where she changed her
name. A rare precious pearl was my grandfather's girl,
yes, she was a grand old girl!