From the novel summer production “The Wintry North”, 1903.
words by Sager Midgley, Jr.
music by Ed. Rogers
piano part arranged by Hugo O. Marks
Lyrics
- Down in a Southern land there lives a maid
Whom I love dearly but I am afraid
To tell her, for this maiden is so fair
She makes the earth seem brighter everywhere
She seems an angel from the Heaven’s blue
Sent down to earth as lightly falls the dew
I hope some day to call, this sweetest maid of all
My own sweet wife, my dainty Southern Sue
Chorus
Ah! how my heart is longing for you, Sue
In spite of time or distance, I’ll be true
Though far away from me, in spirit still with thee
I read love’s message in your eyes of blue
In Southern lands I’ll build a home for you
And tell my love in language ever new
I’m longing for the day, when I shall hear you say
You’ll be mine, my own, my dainty Southern Sue
- My dainty Southern Sue dwells neath the skies
Where Southern splendor shades her wond’rous eyes
The Southern Sun has sent his richest glow
To crown with gold the lovely face below
A perfect form, her mind seems perfect, too
One glimpse of her brings Heaven into view
How happy I will be, when she shall be to me
My own, my lovely dainty Southern Sue
Sung here by Fred Feild: