My American Beauty Rose
Composer(s): Harry H. Zickel



You may talk about your girlies, girlies here and everywhere
Girls from Norway, Sweden, Italy, and Spain
Saffron girls from far off China, German girls with flaxen hair
Girls from Russia, Turkey, pretty girls and plain...
Not for me your English beauty, or your girl with wooden shoes 
And for me the girls of France no longer pose
While the Scotch and Irish lassies, really, I must now refuse
For my own, my fair American Beauty Rose...

She is regal in her beauty, she is queenly in her grace
Yet there's warmth and love and passion in her heart ...
And a smile of true affection seems to glorify her face
As I read the message, "only death can part" 
Take the charms of all the dear ones, all that's sweetest, all that's best
'Till you've found the fairest, rarest, Flow'r that grows
In this sum of all perfection, glowing far above the rest 
You will find my own American Beauty Rose

Oh you loving, happy Yankee girl.... 
You're the one who sets my heart awhirl ... 
You are charming, pretty, wise and kind
And a dearer, sweeter one no man can find ... 
In your glorious cheeks and skin and eyes ... 
Our Red, White and Blue so bravely flies ..... 
And my heart's all for you
You're true blue thru and thru
You're my own American Beauty Rose