My Little Polly's A Peach - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
My Little Polly's a "Peach." Copyright, 1896, by Spaulding & Gray. Words and Music by Geo. M. Cohan. 
My heart's pierced by love's dart, for I have a sweetheart, And one to be proud of, I'm sure; There's no girl that's sweeter, I wish you could meet her, For all kinds of blues she's a cure. I love her so dearly, I'm crazy, or nearly; Ber smiles they are worth fortunes each. I And when we go straying, I hear the boys saying That my little Polly's a "peach." 
Chorus. She's the girl I dream about, I think the world of Polly; She's the girl I never doubt, she's not a case of "jolly." If you saw her, in your heart, a tender spot she'd reach; Sweet as the rest of them, good as the best of them, Polly's a "peach." 
There's something about her, I can't do without her, Of no one but Polly I talk; I call on her Sunday, and sometimes on Monday, And then we go out for a walk. I know that her Ma will agree, if her Pa will, And I think that he'll be enticed, To let little Polly just jump on a trolley with me, To go down and get spliced." - Chorus.