Singing, “Hey, but the world is a gay, gay, place!”
And every little lassie smooths her tumbled locks a-down,
And brings out all her dimples and hides away her frown,
And lays aside her broom and mop, the bonnie boy to chase,
Singing, “Hey, but the world is a gay, gay place!”
But away the blue-eyed laddie goes to seek another town,
Singing, “Hey, but the world is a gay, gay place!”
Then every dimple vanishes, and back comes every frown,
And every little lassie folds away her Sunday gown,
With tear-drops trickling sadly down her woful little face,