All the ladies smoke and chew,
And do other things they ought to know are wrong.
Presidentes cut no ice,
For they live on fish and rice,
And the soldier sings his evening song.”
There is another stanza, but the song about the “Brown Tagalog Girl” demands attention:
“I’ve a babay, in a balay,
Down in the province of Rizal.
She’s nice and neat, dainty and sweet;
She’s ma little brown Tagalog gal.”