Copyright, 1896, by Spaulding & Gray.
Words by Geo. M. Cohan. Music by Jas. Whitney.
A sweet little maid, who was afraid to wink her eye,
With beautiful ways, and innocent gaze she was so shy;
Oh, she was a treat, so sweet and neat, society did grant
A chance to the lass to enter their class as a debutante.
This sweet little girl soon put in a whirl a thousand hearts:
They all tried to win her love, which was in a thousand parts.
For every sport he thought he'd caught a chance his love to plant.
But while they would chaff, she'd give them the laugh, would the debutante.
In brightest of society, every eye was oh this maiden,
The girl who had climbed to the height of notoriety as the happy debutante.
Theatres and halls, to suppers and balls, every night she'd go.
So gay and so bright, she'd every night a different beau;
She'd mash if he'd cash -if not so rash, she'd say "to go I can't."
If you'd money to spurt, why then you could flirt with the debutante:
For nothing but wine she'd drink when she'd dine, the bills they nursed;
She'd wine never shake, a bank it would break to quench her thirst
This maiden with golden hair, so fair, the money'd sports she'd plant,
And some of them yet are sorry they met with the debutante.-Chorus.