I peddled my papers for five long years
The news of the day was my worry and care
With worry and tears till I felt I was through
When a sweet voice whispered, Good morning to you

She smiled at me sweetly and bid me good day
Then she left me happy my heart in a daze
I wondered if angels could be so true
As the one who had said, Good morning to you

I went back to my papers next morning st five
My heart in a flutter no sleep in my eye
But my hopes took a tumble, me heart lost its pride
When she came into view, a gent by her side

The nearer she came the madder I got
I swore I would kill him right there on the spot
But I lost all my anger and felt like a cad
When she presented her charming old dad

Then I went over to her fell on my knees
But stars, dots, and dashes were all I could see
I tried to propose like other men do
But all could say was, Good morning to you

She smailed at me sweetly and gave me her hand
Said, Come on my darling for I understand
Instead of me answering the parson I do
I popped up and said, Good morning to you