#1068 - What Could the Poor Girl Do?

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• Composer:
  • E. Alexandra / E. Alexandria, 1894
• MIDI | show
  
• Incipit: 3212323653432343476
• Condensed Incipit: 3212323653432343476
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• Lyrics:
  While walking down a busy thoroughfare,
  You see a pretty girl with golden hair,
  Tripping along humming a song,
  As happy as the birds in the air,
  When suddenly the rain it patters down,
  You'd think the pretty darling she would drown,
  Her dress holds high to keep it dry,
  And the men stare as she toddled thro' the town.
  
  But what could the poor girl do?
  Boys, what could the poor girl do?
  She'd a pretty littly shoe and she liked to show it too,
  So I couldn't blame the girl, could you?
  (repeat chorus)
  
  A pretty girl in bathing went one day,
  Dressed in a bathing suit of colors gay,
  When, like a mouse from bathing house
  A thief her garments stole and ran away,
  She learned her clothes were lost, and she must roam,
  The city in a costume made for foam,
  She gave a sigh, but did not cry,
  And then pluckily she started out for home.
  
  But what could the poor girl do?
  Boys, what could the poor girl do?
  Through the streets she had to scoot, dressed up in a bathing suit,
  So I couldn't blame the girl, could you?
  (repeat chorus)
  
  Now when a man gets married you'll agree
  At family work he's helpless as can be,
  His wife says Dan, most ev'ry man
  Assists his wife, now why don't you help me?
  The henpecked man consents, but with a scowl,
  At night he walks the floor to baby's howl,
  While mamma dear without a fear,
  Says I'll retire, then hubby starts to growl.
  
  But what could the poor girl do?
  Boys, what could the poor girl do?
  While the baby loudly roars mamma goes to sleep and snores,
  And I couldn't blame the girl, could you?
  (repeat chorus)
  
  A good ship o'er the ocean quickly sped,
  The sun was shining brightly overhead,
  The captain and a maiden grand
  Stood on the deck, when suddenly he said:
  Now from your pretty lips I'll take a sip,
  Or else this boat has seen its final trip,
  Unless I kiss you pretty Miss,
  All lives aboard are lost, I'll sink the ship.
  
  Now what could the poor girl do?
  Boys, what could the poor girl do?
  Now she's very much adored, she saved all the lives on board,
  And I couldn't blame the girl, could you?
  (repeat chorus)
  
  
  • E. Alexandra / E. Alexandria, 1894