The Old-fashioned Girl.

There's an old-fashioned girl in an old fashioned street, Dressed in old-fashioned clothes from her head to her feet; And she spends all her time in the old-fashioned way Of caring for poor people's children all day. She never has been to cotillon or ball, And she knows not the styles of the Spring or the Fall; Two hundred a year will suffice for her needs, And an old-fashioned Bible is all that she reads. And she has an old-fashioned heart that is true To a fellow who died in an old coat of blue, With its buttons all brass,—who is waiting above For the woman who loved him with old-fashioned love.