And we're liked by all the men,
In gum boots and a blanket coat-
And e'en the upper ten!
We all of us have see-eet-hearts,
But the dearest of all to me!
Is that young man who wistfully
Casts those sheep's-eyes at me!
Chorus-"Is that young man,"etc.
O ev'ry night at eight o'clock,
We enter the saloon-
Altho' it may be vacant then,
'Tis crowded very soon.
Then all the boys they stare at us,
But we do not mind that so
Like those four-and-twenty Welshmen,
All sitting in a row.
Chorus-"Like those," etc.
O' what a charming thing it is,
To have a pretty face-
To know that one can kill as well
In calico as lace;
We steal the hearts of everyone,
But the dearest of all to me,
Is that dear boy with the curly head,
Who loves me faithfully,
Chorus-"Is that dear boy," etc.
To all the boys of Cariboo,
This moral-which is right-
From the dancing gals of Cariboo,
You may see on any night-
"Before we either give our hearts,
Or yet our sympath-ee,
You must be like this dear young man,
Who spends his all on me!"
Chorus-"You must," etc.
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