I.
Oh, he's a handsome gallant
He has sweethearts by the score
And ev'ry day and ev'ry night
He always wins some more;
And no wonder, now if you saw him
I know you would agree,
In all the Land from East to West
No finer could you see!

II.
And yet of these admiring maids,
Not any does he know
Not one knows him, nor yet his name,
Still does their rapture flow;
"Oh ain't he swell, gee, but he's great,
Oh, Kid, he sure is fine!"
And from the maidens more refined —
"He simply is divine!"

III.
And so they rave and fast do gaze,
And feast their eyes on him,
Upon his face of beauty rare
His form so tall and slim.
Oh, sometimes he a soldier is
In uniform and sword
And then...