 | Songs and Poems from 1819 to 1879 |  |
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POLLY CONNOR
Pretty girl was Polly Connor,
When first I met her years ago;
I was awful “spoons” upon her,
She was nuts on me, I know.
One whole year we were so jolly!
Hours like minutes seemed to fly;
For no end of fun was Polly,
And a lively sort was I.
When first I met her years ago;
I was awful “spoons” upon her,
She was nuts on me, I know.
One whole year we were so jolly!
Hours like minutes seemed to fly;
For no end of fun was Polly,
And a lively sort was I.
What began it I've forgotten,
But a short time after that
She and I seemed not to cotton,
And lived at last like dog and cat.
Polly took to Fred a fancy,
Used to meet him on the sly,
And upon his sister Nancy
Rather sweet, I own, was I.
But a short time after that
She and I seemed not to cotton,
And lived at last like dog and cat.
Polly took to Fred a fancy,
Used to meet him on the sly,
And upon his sister Nancy
Rather sweet, I own, was I.
So we parted, and with many
Girls I flirted, dark and fair—
Often thinking, were there any
Who with Polly could compare?
One night, rather melancholy,
Thought Cremorne the thing to try;
Who should I meet there but Polly?
She seemed quite as pleased as I.
Girls I flirted, dark and fair—
Often thinking, were there any
Who with Polly could compare?
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Thought Cremorne the thing to try;
Who should I meet there but Polly?
She seemed quite as pleased as I.
Rushing back came each old feeling,
Lovers once again were we;
But the fact there's no concealing,
Time had changed both her and me.
We agreed to love was folly,
So shook hands, and said Good-bye!
Polly was no longer Polly,
And I myself no longer I.
Lovers once again were we;
But the fact there's no concealing,
Time had changed both her and me.
We agreed to love was folly,
So shook hands, and said Good-bye!
Polly was no longer Polly,
And I myself no longer I.
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