The American Girls.

Yes! The land we love     Is a land of pretty girls,     In grand variety;     With their many colored eyes     And their multi-colored curls,     They'll steal thy heart from thee.     If you travel in the North,     One will gleam in glory forth,     With her blue eyes, O, so blue!     And her flash of golden hair     Will be flirting in the air,     While entrancing all the soul in you.     Oho! My Boy! Oho!     Always for your weal and never for your woe,     Your little heart will gallop on the go,     And it will not give you rest     Within your manly breast,     Till you land yourself in toto at her toe.     Oho! My Boy! Oho!     If you travel in the South,     You will find a rosy mouth,     And a black eye, O so black!     And some strands of raven hair     Will purloin your heart just there,     And you'll never get the poor thing back.     Oho! My Boy! Oho! Etc.     If you travel in the East,     Your dear soul will have a feast     On a sweet eye, O so sweet!     And a most seductive curl     Will there give your heart a twirl     That will fling you at two queenly feet.     Oho! My Boy! Oho! Etc.     If you travel in the West,     One shy glance will pierce your breast     From a bright eye, O so bright!     And an auburn heaven of hair     Will so glorify the air,     You'll surrender all your soul at sight.     Oho! My Boy! Oho!     Always for your weal and never for your woe,     Your little heart will gallop on the go,     And it will not give you rest     Within your manly breast,     Till you land yourself in toto at her toe.     Oho! My Boy! Oho!     Thus, the land we love     Is a land of pretty girls,     In grand variety;     With their many colored eyes     And their multi-colored curls,     They'll steal thy heart from thee.