[1]

I had girls by the score

Yes, a hundred or more

Each one as nice as could be.

It was hard to decide

Which I'd want for my bride

They all looked lovely to me.

While I was trying to choose one

I met a wonderful girl,

She came tripping along

Like a beautiful song

Setting my brain in a whirl.


[R:]

I was growing very fond of Molly

When along came Ruth, along came Ruth,

I thought an awful lot of Dolly

When Ruth came along

My head began to "Merry-go-round"

I almost married Polly

I was making love to May

When along came Ruth,

And to tell the truth,

She stole my heart away.


[2]

There's a right little girl

With the right little curl

For ev'ry right little boy

When she comes, you'll forget

All the others you've met.

Sorrow will turn into joy.

She doesn't have to be pretty

She doesn't have to be wise

When she comes you will find

Tho' they say love is blind

She'll make you open your eyes

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