His name is Hildebrandt Montrose,
Some folks they call him Charley;
In his buttonhole he wears a rose,
He can '' Francais vooley parley l"
His hair in auburn ringlets;
His eyes an azure dark;
The girls they call him Birdie,
Like the swallows in the Park.
Ta, ta, ta, ta, my baby dear,
I'll meet you in the Park if the weather it is clear,
I'll strike you with a feather! ev'ry daisy knows
The darling of the ladies is Hildebrandt Montrose.
His necktie is of golden hue,
This most exquisite fellah,
He looks just like a Christmas toy.
Underneath his silk umbrella -
His boots are patent leather,
His bills he never pays,
He always drinks plain soda,
And this is what he says:-
"Au revoir, bye, bye," you should hear him say,
"I'll buy some ginger drops for Camille across the way!"
The ladies all together are sighing for a beau,
Of course the individual is Hildebrandt Montrose.
He parts his hair with wondrous care.
And chalks his paper collars;
His pa is very wealthy-yes,
He's worth a million dollars
In "Big Bonanza" mining stock I
His voice is quite soprano,
You should hear him sing "Love's Chidings,
To a Fogarty piano.
"Oh, bye, bye, I must go away,
Before Aurora bright gilds the Summer clouds so gay!"
The ladies (heaven bless them) positively know
Their choicest little treasure is Hildebrandt Montrose.