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THE GIRL OF THE PERIOD. I am a girl of the period, And am not afraid to venture That I am just the gayest girl Of this the 19th century; Some gents think they are very fast, But this is all conceited; Give us gay girls but a square chance, And we are bound to beat 'em. Chorus. I am just sixteen and from mama, With little poodle and cigar; I strut the street with a flourishing cane, And the Girl of the Period is my name. I'll be seventeen next birthday, For ma says, and she knows; If any young man wants to marry me, Let him pop and here site goes; For I'm anxious for the day To come when I'll be wedded To a handsome chap with a black mustache, Blue-eyed and curly headed.-Chorus. Now all you chaps that's twenty or more, And don t want to be on the bachelor's score; For heaven's sake don't longer tarry, But come to me, for I'm bound to marry I'm handsome And I know it, too, With a waterfall of a golden hue; With a Grecian bend and a heavy frill, I tell you I'm a sweet little pill.-Chorus.