Between 1938 and 1946 there was a song that my Dad sang to my Mother .?

Question

Not sure if the name of it was My Pretty Little Girl; or if that was a line in the song. She is 84 and can not remember the name or the person that recorded it. Her Love died in 1958,"My Dad". She sees herself joining him soon and wants to hear it one more time and have it played at her service graveside. Is there some-one that can help me to find this songs name and the artist's name, that I might get this for her? Please Help.. Such will be most appreciated. Thanks, Reason....

Answer 1

I found a couple possibilites:

http://www.boundingmain.com/lyrics/irish_rover.htm

THE IRISH ROVER
In the year of our Lord eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the coal quay of Cork
And we were sailin' away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall in New York
We'd and elegant craft, it was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the trade winds drove her
She had twenty three masts, and she stood several blasts
And they called her the Irish Rover.

Chorus: Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, I must sail away
Fare thee well, my pretty little girl, I must sail away.

There was Barney McGee from the Banks of the Leigh
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGirk who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from West Meade named Malone
There was slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man, Mick McCann, from the Banks of the Bann
Was the skipper on the Irish Rover.

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of bone
We had three million bales of old nanny goat tails
We had four million barrels of stone
We had five million hogs and six million dogs
And seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million sides of old blind horses hides
In the hold of the Irish Rover.

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost her way in the fog
And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two
'Twas meself and the captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock! Oh, Lord, what a shock!
And nearly tumbled over
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover.
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http://departments.umw.edu/hipr/www/206/songtext/uncle_dave_macon.txt
29. She Was Always Chewing Gum Vo 5040

I'm going to sing you 'bout my pretty little girl,
She's just as pretty as a plum,
Habit she had was one that was bad,
She was always a-chewing gum,
Chewing gum, yum, yum, yum, yum

Whenever she came to Sunday school,
She always come with a chum,
Well right where they's at, and right where they sat,
They were always chewing gum,
Chewing gum, yum, yum, yum, yum

She had some feathers and some finery,
And had an extra ostrich plume
But wher-e'er she went, Lord, she spent every cent
For chewing gum,
Chewing gum, yum, yum, yum, yum

She dressed so neat and she looked so sweet,
Her silks and hat were so plumb,
But I will declare she couldn't put on an air,
Without her mouth so full of chewing gum,
Chewing gum, yum, yum, yum, yum

Whenever she walked out of town,
She always did look so sweet,
Every motion she'd knock, for she'd call for a box,
Of Juicy Fruit, Juicy Fruit, Juicy Fruit, Juicy Fruit, Juicy
Fruit

Answer 2

Pretty Little Girl

She's a pretty little girl
So she's never alone
You see her pretty walking by
And want her for your own
In every room she's in
Every eye's on her
Memorizing every line
Every move and every curve

Of all the pretty little girls
You know she is the queen
From all the pretty little pictures
In the pretty magazines
You tell her that you love her
But she won't know how you feel
She's as pretty as a picture
But only half as real

You gave so much
You had to know
It took so little
To hurt you so

She's learned that a pretty girl
Can smile and get her way
It so happens that it's certain
That it happens everyday
Anything she wants she can get so easily
And a pretty little girl is all she ever has to be

You gave so much
You had to know
It took so little
You hurt you so
But you can bet
That she shed some tears for you
But I bet you that they were
A pretty little precious few

Now your eyes are open
Can't you see just what she's done?
She's made of fool of many others
And you're just another one
From her pretty little head
To her pretty little toes
Pretty little on her mind
Precious little in her soul

Answer 3

It is either Pretty Little Girl by Janet Steele or Pretty Little girl by Allroy sez, I am not sure but you can see if it is any of those songs.I hope that you find that song because I think it is sweet what you are doing for your mother. My mother already passed away 3 months ago from cancer, she was only 53, and I am 16, but I am glad that you are doing this for your mother because my whole family was there when my mother passed away and I hope that you get through this. Hope I was helpful.

Answer 4

I found a website that might be of interest. It says there was a recording in the 1940's by the Ledgerwood Family of a song called, "Fly Around My Pretty Little Girl, Callidonia".

Here is the website: http://72.14.203.104/search?q=cache:54I_WsbkKqoJ:www.lib.unc.edu/mss/inv/htm/20291.html+%22Fly+Around+My+Pretty+Little+Girl%22&hl=en&gl=us&ct=clnk&cd=2

Answer 5

I think I've found the lyrics:

Pretty Little Girl From Omagh

Way up in the north in old Tyrone,
There's a pretty little girl I call my own.
She's the sweetest rose Ireland's ever grown.
And sure as the moon and stars above,
I'm falling head over heels in love,
With a pretty little girl from Omagh,
In the county of Tyrone.

There's cute little girls in old Strabane,
They're just as pretty in Monaghan.
This to every roving eye is known.
But I guess that I'd be out of bounds,
'Cos there between the northern towns,
There's a pretty little girl from Omagh,
In the county of Tyrone.

She wears my ring and tells her friends,
She going to marry me.
Best of all she tells them all,
She's going to marry me, oh lucky me.
Well I don't know what she's done to me.
There's nothing else my eyes can see.
My pretty little girl from Omagh, In the county of Tyrone.

T'was down in south in old Tramore,
I recall the yellow dress she wore.
She strolled along the shore there all alone.
But I guess it was my lucky day,
When she came there on holiday.
My pretty little girl from Omagh, In the county of Tyrone.

She wears my ring and tells her friends,
She going to marry me.
Best of all she tells them all,
She's going to marry me, oh lucky me.
Well I don't know what she's done to me,
There's nothing else my eyes can see.
My pretty little girl from Omagh, In the county of Tyrone.

My pretty little girl from Omagh, In the county of Tyrone.

http://www.eirefirst.com/p.html

Not sure of who sings it.