SHE IS MY PIC-NIC GIRL.
Copyright, 1893, by T. B. Harms & Co.
All rights reserved.
Words and Music by Harry Connor. Arranged by Percy Gaunt.
Kitty Driscoll is the girl who has my heart in keeping,
I dream of her by night and day, at waking or while sleeping:
You can bet she'll give them cards and spades, at "spieling" she's a peach;
She broke my heart and pocket-book at Coney Island beach.
She is my picnic girl; you should see us as we whirl,
"Spieling" and reeling, at Coney Island down the bay;
For she's such a sweet young thing, I'll buy a wedding ring,
And married I'll be to Kitty, if she'll but name the day.
When she strikes the dancing floor you bet there is a flurry,
The girls they scatter right and left, they seem in such a hurry
Just to see her dip and slide and skate and twist upon her heel;
They say she's papa's baby girl, when she begins to "spiel." -Refrain.
Thursday night there'll be a hop, and Kate and I are going;
The question I will surely pop, and no one will be knowing.
If she does refuse I'll leave this earth, and lake the quickest way;
Should she say "Yes," well, you can guess I'll name the wedding day.-Refrain