NELL, THE BOWERY BELLE.
Copyright, 1894, by Spaulding & Gray.
Words and Music by Percy Paxton.
I'm known as dashing Nell, the Bow'ry Belle,
Mash-making, always taking, tidy Bow'ry Belle;
Certain sure you'll like me when you know me very well,
My looks and winning manner's sure to tell.
When promenading, the swells that by me pass.
Fill me with spasms when they eye me thro' their glass;
When they ask, "Who is the beauty?" some one's sure to tell,
"Why, don't you know? that's Nell, the Bow'ry Belle."
Don't you overlook the fact, when I go on the street,
Though I'm not of the upper crust, I give the boys a treat;
They lift their hats, then wink and smile, and pose for me as well,
This quite amuses Nell, the Bow'ry Belle.
I'm not the love-sick maiden-she won't do-
That mamma idolizes, likewise papa too;
I don't fear to ruin my complexion's ruddy hue,
If I should stroll out in the falling dew.
I'm not a Venus or Diana, but still I
Think I can outshine both, and wouldn't have to try;
I hypnotize all my rivals, with my magic spell,
They can't compete with Nell, the Bow'ry Belle.- Chorus.