Of course ev'ry boy has a sweetheart,
And some boys they have two or three;
Of all the girls in this great city,
There is only one “in it” with me;
She lives with her folks on the Bow'ry,
A few doors away from Canal;
And helps to support her old mother,
Does my little Bow'ry gal!
My pearl is a Bow'ry girl,
She's all the world to me;
She's “in it” with any the girls round the town,
And a “corking good looker!” See!
At Walhalla Hall, why she kills them all,
As waltzing together we twirl,
She sets them all crazy, a “spieler”, a “daisy,”
My Pearl's a Bow'ry girl.
In summer, we go down to “Coney's”
Together, we stroll 'long the beach;
And sometimes we go in the ocean,
For at swimming, you bet, she's a “peach!”
The other boys, of me are jealous,
But with me, why, that “cuts no ice!”
I'm goin' to lead Pearl to the altar
As soon as I gets the price!