A GIRL WORTH LOVING.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VII, Issue 10, 7 March 1891, Page 20

A GIRL WORTH LOVING.

On, I know a maiden fair Who inflates the winter air; With a wondrous wealth of melody a dozen times a day. She can whistle, she can sing, She can play on everything ; On at least a dozen instruments I’ve heard this maiden play. She can snap the light guitar, Till its notes are heard afar. She can plunk the giddy banjo till it’s tired in the face ; She can raise a mighty din On the merry mandolin, She can pick the lightsome zither with precision and with grace. The piano she can thump Till it makes the neighbours jump. While the jewsharp and harmonica they simply make her smile, When she tucks the violin Up beneath her dimpled chin, All the blackest kind of music she can polish off in style. She can play the twangish harp. Knows each little flat and sharp: She can play the great church organ so it sets your brain awhirl: And this maiden, who is she ? Why, that’s plain enough to see, She is nothing more than simply just the average London girl.