I'M THE ONLY PEACH THAT'S ON THE TREE.
Copyright, 1897, by Lane, Cole & Co.
Words and Music by Ned Cole.
If any one should ask you who's the belle of Hogan's Alley,
Why it's me, just me, "see!"
If I'm little don't you trouble. I can make them all see double,
And the gang they simply think the world of me,
When I go out dressed in my Sunday best
The boys And girls all yell out "Hully Gee!"
There never is a minute little Lizzie is not in it, and
I'm the only peach that's on the tree.
For they tell me I'm the best that ever happened,
But I'm on the branch so high well "Hully Gee!"
If they question you about it, don't you for a moment doubt It,
For I'm the only peach that's on the tree.
Now there's little Billy Brady, but his reputation's shady,
Still he's struck on me, "see! "
Take my tip He's cot no chance, I give him a song and dance,
The yellow kid's the boy that just suits me.
When he says "Liz, let's go And take a walk,"
The other girls are jealous as can be;
The boys say I'm a daisy and I nearly drive them crazy, say
I'm the only peach that's on the tree.- Chorus.