Some coons go in for whiskers,
For most unpleasant dogs,
Some fellows have a weakness for
The most outrageous togs;
I'm very strong on linen,
Yes, and would not give a dollar,
For life without a splendid show
Of snow-white cuff and collar.
Spoken.-Which has earned for me the title of-
Captain Cuff, Captain Cuff, you can tell me by my collar.
Captain Cuff, Captain Cuff, tho' I'm not worth half a dollar;
I'm awfully stiff in style, as my cigarette I puff,
' They cry: "Hi! clear the way, here comes Captain Cuff."
Sometimes a common fellow.
Of the " lower order " class,
Will dare to make some rude remark
Or mock me as I pass;
And lots of vulgar little boys
They know me well enough,
And oft salute me in the street.
With ®' What cheer, Captain Cuff?''
Captain Cuff, Captain Cuff, you can tell him by his collar
Captain Cuff, Captain Cuff, he ain't worth half a dollar;
He's " Glenfield " in his style, as the cigarette he'll puff,
So, hi! hey! clear the way, here comes Captain Cuff.
I lounge about at parties,
I'm heavy at the ball;
By Jove! the Captain never has
To decorate the wall;
I dance with every charmer'nt
To be my "vs a vis"
And 'tis awfully delightful,
How the ladies follow me
Spoken.-With their eyes all over the room, when I often hear
a charming creature observe to her ma-" Oh, ma, dear, who is
that handsome, dignified party over there?" Then by the time
I've struck an imposing attitude, I hear the " old un " say: " Why,
my dear Maud, don't you know it's-Chorus.
With darling eyes upon me.
Through life I gaily march;
My style shall be the stiffest.
My "motto shall be " starch; "
Should my cuff and collar glory,
Be ever gone and fled,
You'll know that Captain Cuff's gone wrong.
Or his washerwoman's dead.
Spoken.-And what is all the world to a man when his laundress is defunct, it would mean ruin to-Chorus.