MAID OF DENVER, TAKE MY ARM
Maid of Denver, take my arm;
Stroll with me, about my farm.
Trustier guide you’ll never know.
No, no, Maid of Denver, don’t say no!
Come, merry lass, come skip with me across the green;
Climb up steep heights where foot hath never been.
Just back of Frank Mann’s, on the rocks,
Watch Massey’s shepherds tend their flocks.
Or would you rather rove cool hills between?
Exploring, mayhap, many a sylvan scene?
Or nay—no—you wisely choose beneath tall trees,
To just sit here, and sweetly take your ease.
Then, Maid of Denver, here’s my hand!
Share, oh kindly share with me my land.
Fonder “hubby” you will never know,
No, no, my pretty maid, my city maid, I love, I love you so.