My Little Polly's a "Peach."
Copyright, 1896, by Spaulding & Gray.
Words and Music by Geo. M. Cohan.
My heart's pierced by love's dart, for I have a sweetheart,
And one to be proud of, I'm sure;
There's no girl that's sweeter, I wish you could meet her,
For all kinds of blues she's a cure.
I love her so dearly, I'm crazy, or nearly;
Ber smiles they are worth fortunes each. I
And when we go straying, I hear the boys saying
That my little Polly's a "peach."
She's the girl I dream about, I think the world of Polly;
She's the girl I never doubt, she's not a case of "jolly."
If you saw her, in your heart, a tender spot she'd reach;
Sweet as the rest of them, good as the best of them, Polly's a "peach."
There's something about her, I can't do without her,
Of no one but Polly I talk;
I call on her Sunday, and sometimes on Monday,
And then we go out for a walk.
I know that her Ma will agree, if her Pa will,
And I think that he'll be enticed,
To let little Polly just jump on a trolley with me,
To go down and get spliced." - Chorus.