Babe, we are well met,
As in a spell met--
I lift my helmet.
Sandy,
You're just dandy.
For just this here lad.
You're such a fistful,
My eyes are mistful--
Are you too wistful
To care?
Do say you care
To say, "Come near lad."
You are so graceful--
have you wings?
You have a face full Of nice things.
You have no speaking voice, dear,
With ev'ry word it sings.

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
Paloosa
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!

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 their resting place.

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
Paloosa
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!