| Oh! what a shame they gave you the name of Mickey |
| Where is the rose that grows in repose like you |
| Lucky the birds and the bees you’d meet |
| Lucky the moss and the violet sweet |
| When they were trod by your bare little feet |
| There in the morning dew |
| How can you blame me when I pine |
| Dearie, to change your name to mine |
| Mickey, pretty Mickey, with your hair of raven hue |
| In your smiling so beguiling |
| There’s a bit of Killarney, bit of the Blarney, too |
| Childhood in the wildwood |
| Like a mountain flow’r you grew |
| Pretty Mickey, pretty Mickey |
| Can you blame anyone for falling in love with you |
| You had a friend that used to defend and love you |
| He was a dog, a mutt of a dog, it’s true |
| He used to follow you ev’rywhere |
| Look in your eyes with a lovable stare |
| He was a lucky old dog to be there |
| And he believed it too |
| This is a promise true from me |
| «I'll be as faithful to you, as he» |
| Mickey, pretty Mickey, with your hair of raven hue |
| In your smiling so beguiling |
| There’s a bit of Killarney, bit of the Blarney, too |
| Childhood in the wildwood |
| Like a mountain flow’r you grew |
| Pretty Mickey, pretty Mickey |
| Can you blame anyone for falling in love with you |