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.

Hello, Boys! by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
London: Gay and Hancock, 1919.

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