I will sing you a song and it won't be very long,
'Bout a maiden sweet, and she never would be wrong.
Ev'ryone said she was pretty,
She was not long in the city,
All alone, oh, what a pity,
Poor little maid.
CHORUS:
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 went out one night, Did this innocent divine,
With a nice young man Who invited her to dine.
Now he's sorry that he met her,
And he never will forget her,
In the future he'll know better,
Poor little 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.
FINAL CHORUS:
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.
