THE SWELL WITH THE GLASS IN HIS EYE.
Copyright, 1872, by White & Goullaud.
Arranged by John Braham.
How d'ye do, my dear boy, how d'ye do?
You're looking remarkably well;
I think we have met before somewhere-
Was it Broadway, Long Branch, or Pall Mali.
By Jove, now I cannot remember,
But you'll recollect me by-the-by;
I'm known by respectable members
As the swell with the glass in his eye.
For it gives a distinguished appearance,
And as I go sauntering by,
The darlings all sigh, as tho' they should die,
For the swell with the glass in his eye.
Some fellahs go in for mustachios,
And make them stick out like a pole.
Others weaknesses lie in their whiskers,
But mine never would grow, pon my soul.
Some fellahs go in for "La pose,"
"Roman Fall," and such dodges, but I
Rest content with my natural charms,
And this small piece of glass in my eye.-Chorus.
Some say, Can I see any better?
By Jove, now I can't see as well;
My eyesight's as good as most people's,
Though I'm fancied a near-sighted swell;
But it makes a coon seem interesting,
Though some low people call me a "guy,"
Which meets with a glare of contempt
From this small piece of glass in my eye.-Chorus.