A perfect popular song and chorus, 1895.
words by Walter H. Ford
music by John W. Bratton
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- There’s a little side street
Such as often you meet
Where the boys of a Sunday night rally
Though it’s not very wide
And it’s dismal beside
Yet they call the place Paradise Alley
But a maiden so sweet
Lives in that little street
She’s the daughter of widow MacNally
She has bright golden hair
And the boys all declare
She’s the sunshine of Paradise Alley
Chorus
Every Sunday down to her home we go
All the boys and all the girls they love her so
Always jolly, heart that is true I know
She is the Sunshine of Paradise Alley
- When O’Brien’s little lad
Had the fever so bad
That no one would dare to go near him
Then this dear girl so brave
Said, “I think I can save
Or at least I can comfort and cheer him”
Soon the youngster got well
And the neighbors all tell
How the daughter of widow MacNally
Risked her life for a boy
And they hail her with joy
As the sunshine of Paradise Alley - She’s had offers to wed
By the dozen, ’tis said
Still she always refused them politely
But of late she’s been seen
With young Tommy Killeen
Going out for a promenade nightly
We can all guess the rest
For the boy she loves best
Will soon change her name from MacNally
Though he may change her name
She’ll be known just the same
As the sunshine of Paradise Alley
Sung here by Fred Feild: