1. I will sing you a song, And it wont be very long, 'Bout a
maiden sweet, And she never would do wrong,
Ev'ryone said she was pretty, She was not long in the city,
All alone, oh, what a pitty, 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, maid. . . . .
2. 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 never saw the streets of Cairo, On the Midway
she had never strayed, She never saw the kutchy, kutchy,
Poor little country maid, maid. . . . .
3. She was engaged As a picture for to pose, To ap-
pear 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 dont try to keep away from this
Poor little country maid, maid. . . . .