OH! YOU GIRLS.
I'm going to sing about you, girls,
Those that are far from slow;
Who puff and powder, dye their curls,
And have two courting strings to their bow;
Who try to ape the gentlemen,
And the trousers would like to wear;
Who think it great to stay out late,
And fill papa with despair.
Oh! you girls, you wicked young girls,
Why don't you try to be good, be good?
Don't flirt with so many swells,
Stick to one as you should, you should?
Oh! you girls, you frivolous girls,
It's a wonder you're not afraid, afraid;
When you grow old you'll be left in the cold,
And compelled to die an old maid, old maid!
You bill and coo, swear you'll be true,
When you know very well you won't;
You say you only love but one,
But you know very well that you don't;
You think it bliss to have a kiss
From your sweethearts about a score;
And then like fools between two stools.
You come slap bang to the floor.-Chorus.
You're fond of dress, you must confess,
Sealskin and diamond rings;
And if we only purchase them,
You would call us such dear little things;
You hoax and coax us silly men,
Until we have spent all our cash;
They say, au revoir, because we're poor.
And find another young mash.-Chorus.