(Verse)
Thy words are queer, Sir
Unto mine ear, Sir
Yet thou'rt a dear, Sir, to me;
Thou could'st woo me;
Now could'st though try, knight
I'd murmur "Swell", too
And like it well too;
More thou wilt tell to Sandy
Thou art dandy;
Now art though my knight
Thine arms are martial;
Thou hast grace;
My cheek is partial to they face;
And if they lips grow weary
Mine are resting place

(Chorus)
Thou swell! Thou witty!
Thou sweet! Thou grand!
Wouldst kiss me pretty?
Wouldst hold my hand?

Both thine eyes are cute too;
What they do to
Me
Hear me holler
I choose a
Sweet lolla-
Palooza in thee
I'd feel so rich in
A hut for two;
Two rooms and a kitchen
I'm sure would do;
Give me just a plot of
Not a lot of land
And thou swell! Thou witty! Thou grand!