Fifth Avenue - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
FIFTH AVENUE. 
Before you stands Frank Rifle, Au ensign in our corps, I'm not one of those trifles, You've often met before; A free and easy fellow. On the battle-field I'm smart, But a darling little creature's Struck the bull's-eye of my heart 
Chorus. And I'll never, never leave her, Between both me And you, She's my darling little treasure, I met in Fifth Avenue. 
Twas at her uncle's mansion, I met her at a ball, I paid her great atteution, For I loved her best of all; What beauty did adorn her, As I danced her off her feet, And in a quiet coiner We had a confab sweet. 
Spoken-Yes, I told her I loved her, and just at that moment up stepped her uncle, And said- " Young man, what's your intentions toward my niece, and what's your fortune? " I told him I had a fine estate at Land's End, but another fellow had an estate on the top of mine, And I couldn't gel him to pull his off. He said- "You are the man for me, but first promise me that you'll-"-Chorus.