Like the
lark so merry
At the break of day
Polly meeteth Harry
Coming down the way
And her lips they quiver
When her eyes discover
Harry’s smiles that give her
Hope throughout the day.
Merry,
blythe and merry
Neath the noontide ray
Polly meeteth Harry
Coming up the way
And his words they put her
Poor heart in a flutter
And no tongue can utter
What her looks betray. | Polly still is merry At the close of day That’s when she sees Harry Kissing Elly Gray And when this she spieth All her laughter dieth And her poor heart crieth Woe and well-a-day | Polly’s found another Man to be her beau What she saw in Harry She will never know Now she’s going steady And they’re getting ready For a summer wedding She’s a happy lass. As for faithless Harry, Elly turned him down Because he tried it on With all the girls around Now he is regretting He did so much messing Can he learn his lesson? Only time will tell. |