Jolly Little Polly At The Dancingschool - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
JOLLY LITTLE POLLY AT THE DANCINGSCHOOL. Copyright, 1895, by Frank Dean & Co. Words and Music by Harry Dacre. 
Last winter I went in for dancing, Just for pleasure in my leisure, To me 'tis an art most entrancing, Although it has broken my heart; I'm madly in love with my teacher-A fair one, such a rare one, The daintiest, lovable creature, As beautiful as she is smart; Polly's her name, she gives lessons each night; Her feet are so light, she's right out of sight. 
Refrain. She will be the death of me, jolly little Polly at the dancing-school. Prancing 'round with one, two, three, jolly little Polly at the dancing-school. feel queer when I am near jolly little Polly at the dancing-school. Even in the winter time I can't keep cool. 
She's taught me the foreigner's polka, A la Russian, a la Prussian. The waltz from the opera "Falka" ; She dances each evening with me; she gives me sweet lessons in private-The latest And the greatest, A new dance she'll always contrive it, And teach it me like ABC; Then when I tell her I'll ever be true, she answers pooh pooh, and bids me adieu.-Refrain. 
I've lately discovered a rivalHe's a terror, make no error; I shan't have much chance of survival If once I get into his claws; He's known as a famous prize-fighter, Both lucky And plucky, A lone reaching hard left and righterHe's broken no end of men's jaws; Polly now sits on the big fellow's knee, And, as for poor me, I'm L E F T.-Refrain.