Before you stands Frank Rifle,
Au ensign in our corps,
I'm not one of those trifles,
You've often met before;
A free and easy fellow.
On the battle-field I'm smart,
But a darling little creature's
Struck the bull's-eye of my heart
And I'll never, never leave her,
Between both me And you,
She's my darling little treasure,
I met in Fifth Avenue.
Twas at her uncle's mansion,
I met her at a ball,
I paid her great atteution,
For I loved her best of all;
What beauty did adorn her,
As I danced her off her feet,
And in a quiet coiner
We had a confab sweet.
Spoken-Yes, I told her I loved her, and just at that moment
up stepped her uncle, And said- " Young man, what's your
intentions toward my niece, and what's your fortune? " I told him
I had a fine estate at Land's End, but another fellow had an
estate on the top of mine, And I couldn't gel him to pull his off.
He said- "You are the man for me, but first promise me that