A popular song from 1904.
Words by Vincent Bryan.
Music by J. B. Mullen.
Sheet music provided by Jacob Jackson:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Pepita is the sweetest girl in Mexico,
Maguire is Pepita’s other name,
Her fathers folks were kings in Ireland long ago.
Her mother is a lovely Spanish dame.
To tell Pepita of my love I’ve taken lots of pains.
She’s Mexican admirers by the score.
They set any warm young Irish blood a boiling in my veins
When she joins in their fandango’s, I implore.
Chorus
Pepita Maguire, my hearts’ broke in two,
Stop that old fandango do,
‘Pon my word I am ashamed of you,
My heart’s on fire, Pepita it’s true,
Oh! Oh! Pepita say you’ll be my senorita.
And I’ll make you my own colleen in the morning.
- Pepita has me crazy with her castanets,
Upon my word they’re going all the time
If I find out who taught her to smoke cigarettes,
I know that I’ll commit an awful crime,
I’ll break her of her Spanish ways, or wipe out Mexico.
She’s Irish and she’ll live an Irish life.
I’ll change her name to Bridget when to Ireland we go
And I’ll sing this song to her till she’s my wife.
Chorus
Pepita Maguire, my hearts’ broke in two,
Stop that old fandango do,
‘Pon my word I am ashamed of you,
My heart’s on fire, Pepita it’s true,
Oh! Oh! Pepita say you’ll be my senorita.
And I’ll make you my own colleen in the morning.
Sung here by T. Craft: