A popular song from 1923
Words by Haven Gillespie
Music by Chas. L. Cooke and Egbert Van Alstyne
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
1. To the Westland she came
Where they called her by name
The girl of the olden west
She was queen of her clan
Ruled them all to a man
And her lips were never caressed
Chorus:
She could smile like the soul of a sunbeam
She could frown like a tempest at sea
Eyes were blue, true as steel
With a dead square appeal
And a voice like a sweet melody
She’s a gal who would fight for a Buddy
Just a pal who could weather the test
She’s a devilish sort
But an angel at heart
She’s the girl of the olden west
2. She’s as wild as a thrush
Has a God-given blush
Alure in her golden hair
In her plea there’s a prayer
In her warning a dare
In her sigh a tenderness rare
Sung by Laurence Rubenstein: