JOLLY LITTLE POLLY AT THE DANCINGSCHOOL.
Copyright, 1895, by Frank Dean & Co.
Words and Music by Harry Dacre.
Last winter I went in for dancing,
Just for pleasure in my leisure,
To me 'tis an art most entrancing,
Although it has broken my heart;
I'm madly in love with my teacher-
A fair one, such a rare one,
The daintiest, lovable creature,
As beautiful as she is smart;
Polly's her name, she gives lessons each night;
Her feet are so light, she's right out of sight.
She will be the death of me, jolly little Polly at the dancing-school.
Prancing 'round with one, two, three, jolly little Polly at the dancing-school.
feel queer when I am near jolly little Polly at the dancing-school.
Even in the winter time I can't keep cool.
She's taught me the foreigner's polka,
A la Russian, a la Prussian.
The waltz from the opera "Falka" ;
She dances each evening with me;
she gives me sweet lessons in private-
The latest And the greatest,
A new dance she'll always contrive it,
And teach it me like ABC;
Then when I tell her I'll ever be true,
she answers pooh pooh, and bids me adieu.-Refrain.
I've lately discovered a rivalHe's a terror, make no error;
I shan't have much chance of survival
If once I get into his claws;
He's known as a famous prize-fighter,
Both lucky And plucky,
A lone reaching hard left and righterHe's broken no end of men's jaws;
Polly now sits on the big fellow's knee,
And, as for poor me, I'm L E F T.-Refrain.