[1st verse:]

Betsy Brown, a manicurist fair

Dropped in town, to get the city air

Met the son of some millionaire

Who had lots of time to spare

Same old case of, "I remember you"

Same old smile, and same old howdy-do

Same old look of innocence true

In her great big eyes so blue



[chorus:]

She was a dear little girl

Dearest of dear little girls

Dear little eyes, dear little size

Dear little golden curls

She murmured, "Dear, never fear

I'll always hold you dear"

When she said so true

"I'm fond of wine," he knew

She was a dear, dear girl



[2nd verse:]

Soon he took Miss Betsy out to dine

And they had the dearest little time

For he bought the dearest of wine

Till the pair were feeling fine

Tho' it wasn't altogether right

To remark about her appetite

Seven waiters worked hard that night

Serving what she called a bite



[2nd chorus:]

She was a dear little girl

Dearest of dear little girls

Dear little eyes, dear little size

Dear little golden curls

She murmured, "Dear, never fear

I'll always hold you dear"

To a check his pen

Was introduced, but then

She was a dear, dear girl