Copyright, 1881, by A. J. Fisher.
I've a daughter, Clarabel,
She's a rosebud rich and rare;
"She wears her brother's derby,
And she bangs her own false hair.
Her nose is Graeco-Ronian,
Her chromo you can see;
Just gaze upon the father
Of sweet Clarabel Magee.
Oh, so sweet is Clarabel,-(Break),
Bhe mashes every swell;-(Break),
When she is at a ball,
'Twould bieak your heart to see
How mashers tight to get a dance
With Clarabel Magee.
Oh, she has lot of beauxs,
There is now a bitter strife
Between millionaires and aldermen
To get her for a wife.
Says she, I can't marry all!
Says I, then chuck the dice and see
What happy man will win the hand
Of Clarabel Magee. -Chorus.