THE BROADWAY SWELL AND BROOKLYN BELLE.
I guess you'll wonder to see me
A walking down the street,
I would not do so, but I hope
A nice young girl to meet.
In a buggy through the town I drive,
That you must know full well,
And New York City could not thrive
Without this Broadway swell.
Oh, I'm a swell, you all know well,
The figure head of this young swell,
If you don't know, the folks will tell
That I am called the Broadway swell.
She-From Brooklyn I have just come over,
A nice young man to see,
I met him at the Central Park,
And he vowed that he loved me.
I guess you know him well enough,
For he's called the Broadway swell,
And I am known by all the folks
As the handsome Brooklyn belle.
Oh, I'm a belle, and you I tell
I dearly love this Broadway swell,
He is such a swell, and in love fell
With me, the handsome Brooklyn belle.
He-Good evening, Miss!
Sue-Good evening, sir, oh, dear!
He-Pray, why that sigh? I'm sure that I
Won't harm you, never fear.
She-I'm glad to see you, sir, I'm sure,
My feelings none can tell.
He-And be certain, Miss, that I adore
The charming Brooklyn belle.
She-Oh, I'm a belleHe-And I'm a swell-
Both-That we are so the folks will tell,
And we both love each other well,
He-Where'er we go the fashions we
Will set, you may depend.
She-I'll wear a little cocky hat,
Also the Grecian bend.
He-So, kind friends, we must leave you now,
And hasten home, pell-mell.
Sue-The bands of wedlock soon
Shall bind this handsome Broadway swell.-Chorus