Thou Swell

Babe, we are well met
As in a spell met
I lift my helmet
Sandy, You're just dandy
For just this here lad
You're such a fistfull
My eyes are mistful
Are you too wistful to care
Do say you care to say
"Come near lad"
You are so graceful
have you wings?
You have a face full of nice things
You have no speaking voice, dear
With ev'ry word it sings.

Thou swell! Thou witty!
Thou sweet! Thou grand!
Wouldst kiss me pretty?
Wouldst hold my hand?
Both thine eyes are cute too
What they do to me
Hear me holler I choose a Sweet lollapaloosa in thee
I'd feel so rich in a hut for two
Two rooms and a kitchen I'm sure would do
Give me just a plot of
Not a lot of land
And Thou swell! Thou Witty! Thou Grand!

Thy words are queer, Sir
Unto mine ear, Sir
Yet thou'rt a dear, Sir, to me
Thou could'st woo me
Now could'st though try, knight
I'd murmur "Swell", too
And like it well too
More thou wilt tell to Sandy
Thou art dandy
Now art though my knight
Thine arms are martial
Thou hast grace
My cheek is partial to they face
And if they lips grow weary
Mine are resting place.

Thou swell! Thou witty!
Thou sweet! Thou grand!
Wouldst kiss me pretty?
Wouldst hold my hand?
Both thine eyes are cute too
What they do to me
Hear me holler I choose a Sweet lollapaloosa in thee
I'd feel so rich in a hut for two
Two rooms and a kitchen I'm sure would do
Give me just a plot of
Not a lot of land
And Thou swell! Thou Witty! Thou Grand!