American Old Time Song Lyrics: 44 The Bicycle Girl

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 44

THE BICYCLE GIRL.
Copyright 1894, by Wm. Hogan.
Words and Music by Wm. Hogan.

Of all the girls sweet that I've met on the street,
And thousands of them I have seen,
With beauty so rare and bright golden hair,
The bicycle girl is the queen.
Those dear little creatures with rosy-hued features,
Will set a man's brain in a whirl,
If he stand on the grass and watch them fly past,
That lovely, sweet bicycle girl.

On the boulevard grand, with cycle in hand,
They take a short spin every day,
In couples and groups, wearing gay riding suits,
They pass everything on the way.
There is no use denying the gents are all sighing
For a chance in that gay dizzy whirl,
By the side of her sweet, who rides graceful and neat,
That lovely, sweet bicycle girl.

In the morn, for a lark, thro' meadow and park,
On her nickelplate safety she rides,
Sometimes with a gent, on pleasure she's bent,
As over the highway she glides.
So show me the man throughout the whole land
Who would not enjoy such a whirl,
From start to the finish, with love undiminished,
For the lovely, sweet bicycle girl.

There's a sweet little lass, who rides in our class,
The sweetest dear girl in the land,
And in marriage, you Bee, she has promised to me
Her delicate, lily-white band.
With this beauty of ours, wearing sweetest of flowers,
Off to the church we will whirl;
Down the pathway of life, with her for a wife,
I'll ride with my bicycle girl.