Your painting critturs, Sir, may frown,
I, Whistler, Sir! has fetched the town,
You bet you hear me, I tell you.
His bowie, Sir! is bright and new,
He licks ’em up, he licks ’em down
I guess, he gives ’em Fits in Brown,
Yes, Sir! and plays Old Hell in Blue!
You bet! you hear me! I tell you!
Rondel.
We have a most erotic bard,