THE GIRL OF THE U. S. A.

Oh! the maidens of France are certainly fine,

And I think every fellow will state

That the‘ what-you-may-call-it’ coiffured way

They put up their hair is great!

And they know how to dress, and they wear their clothes

In a fetching, Frenchy way;

And yet to me, there is just one girl -

The girl of the U. S. A.

I like to listen when French girls talk,

Though I'm weak in the‘ parlez-vous’ game;

But the language of youth in every land

Is somehow about the same,

And I've learned a regular code of shrugs,

And they seem to know what I say!

But the girl whose voice goes straight to my heart

Is the girl of the U. S. A.

I have n't a word but words of praise

For these dear little girls of France;

And I will confess that I've felt a thrill

As I faced their line of advance!

But I have n't been taken a prisoner yet,

And I wo n't be, until the day

When I carry my colours to lay at the feet

Of a girl of the U. S. A.