Oh! the maidens of France are certainly fine,
And I think every fellow will state
That the ‘what-you-may-call-it’ coiffured way
They put up their hair is great!
And they know how to dress, and they wear their clothes
In a fetching, Frenchy way;
And yet to me, there is just one girl—
The girl of the U.S.A.
I like to listen when French girls talk,
Though I’m weak in the ‘parlez-vous’ game;
But the language of youth in every land
Is somehow about the same,
And I’ve learned a regular code of shrugs,
And they seem to know what I say!
But the girl whose voice goes straight to my heart
Is the girl of the U.S.A.
I haven’t a word but words of praise
For these dear little girls of France;
And I will confess that I’ve felt a thrill
As I faced their line of advance!
But I haven’t been taken a prisoner yet,
And I won’t be, until the day
When I carry my colours to lay at the feet
Of a girl of the U.S.A.