Dolly; a Song of the Trolley.
Copyright, 1896, by M. E. Rourke.
Composed by M. E. Rourke.
Dolly was always inquiring what keeps the trolley away:
Walking down town is so tiring, to and from work ev'ry day;
Till one morning overhead Dolly saw the wires were spread,
Then the neighbors, so 'tis said, sang this little lay:
Dolly, Dolly, once melancholy, now bright and gay;
Dolly, Dolly, rides on a trolley the livelong day;
Dolly, Dolly, some try to jolly you-no one can.
'Tis heaven for Dolly to ride on the trolley beside the motorman.
Dolly, 'twas whispered, was fickle, by all the boys on her street;
Dolly, they said, for her nickel rules near the motorman's seat;
Soon the story stronger grew, faster then the rumors flew;
She would be his wife so true, make his life complete.- Chorus.
Ere his defeat he conceded Dolly had finished her plan;
Needless to say, she succeeded, just as a young woman can.
They've been wed a year to-day, home to them is bright and gay,
Soon there'll be, the neighbors say, one more motorman.-Chorus.