Sweatheart May

I will sing you a song, and it won't be very long
'Bout a maiden sweet, and she never would do wrong
Everyone said she was pretty. She was not long in the city
All alone, oh, what a pity, poor little maid

She never saw the streets of Cairo
On the Midway she had never strayed
She never saw the kutchy-kutchy
Poor little country maid

She was engaged as a picture for to pose
To appear each night in abbreviated clothes
All the dudes were in a flurry, for to catch her they did hurry
One who caught her now is sorry, poor little maid

She was much fairer far than Trilby
Lots of more men sorry will be
If they don't try to keep away from
This poor little country maid

She never saw the streets of Cairo
On the Midway she had never strayed
She never saw the kutchy-kutchy
Poor little country maid