"Her frock it was a yaller,
And she was mighty sprigh
And she bounced at many a feller
Who came a-fighting shy.
"Her eye was like a sarpent's eye.
Her cheek was like a flower,
But her tongue was like a pedler's clock,
'Twas a-striking every hour.
"And wasn't she the gal for me,
And wasn't she, I pray, sir,