But a giddy show I went to see,
Where the ladies’ skirts just reached the knee.
Others danced in tights, some one said, “Bravo,”
Who was it? why, right in the very front row
Chorus.
Her papa was there, her papa was there,
I swore I would give him away I declare,
But he promised he’d give me his daughter so rare,
So I didn’t tell that her papa was there!
Her dad hates young men who spree,