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The Arizona Boys and Girls
Saying, " How do I look in my new brown suit, With my pants stuffed down in the top of my
boot?"— And they're down, down, and they're down.
Now I think it's quite time to leave off these lads For here are some girls that's fully as bad; They'll trim up their dresses and curl up their hair, And like an old owl before the glass they'll stare,— And they're down, down, and they're down.
The girls in the country they grin like a cat,
And with giggling and laughing they don't know
what they're at, They think they're pretty and I tell you they're wise, But they couldn't get married to save their two
eyes,— And they're down, down, and they're down.
You can tell a good girl wherever she's found; No trimming, no lace, no nonsense around; With a long-eared bonnet tied under her chin,—
And they're down, down, and they're down.
They'll go to church with their snuff-box in hand, They'll give it a tap to make it look grand; Perhaps there is another one or two And they'll pass it around and it's " Madam, won't
you,"— And they're down, down, and they're down.