MY CONEY ISLAND GIRL.
Copyright, 1895, by Frank Harding.
Written and Composed by James Thornton.
I am to love with a nice little girl, she's only sweet sixteen;
She works down town, just near Park Row And Pearl, she's my queen;
She has a bicycle, I've got one, too; oh, how delightful it feels;
On Sunday morning, as daylight is dawning, taking a spin on our wheels.
My Coney Island girl, she's just the sort that you'd like:
Site's got no medals, but oh, don't she look nice on a "bike:"
She dresses dainty and neat, on her forehead a Marguerite curl;
I take a trip Sunday, and sometimes on Monday, with my Coney Island girl.
When we reach Coney the pleasure begins, meeting the girls and boys;
Then take a ride on the big carousal, oh, what joys;
If we don't want to ride home on a "bike," sometimes we take the last train;
We sing every ditty that's sung in the city, but always end with this refrain:-Cho.