A Harrogate Beauty

There's a girl I know in Harrogate who's very fair to see,
Dainty in her figure and as pretty as can be,
This damsel goes out dancing nearly every other night,
She fills the hearts of Harrogate young fellows with delight.
Now, what she wears you'd like to know, I daresay, would you not?
As a belle in Harrogate she's always shone,
I'll take you in my confidence, and let you know just what
That dear little girl puts on.

Chorus

She puts a bit of powder on her dainty little nose,
She puts a bit of red upon her lips,
Amidst her pretty hair the darling puts a little rose,
And she puts the other damsels in eclipse;
She puts a bit of colour on her pretty little cheeks,
By then she looks a perfect little Don,
When she goes to a ball
That's just about all
That the dear girl does put on.

When the lady goes out walking you will see the fellows stare,
All their eyes upon her, and they follow everywhere,
Attractive and magnetic, everybody there admits,
Other girls in Harrogate–she knocks them into fits,
All the boys in Harrogate will flock to any dance
If it happens they should hear that she has gone,
The reason is they want to find, if only they've the chance,
What the dear little thing puts on.

Chorus.

She puts a bit of powder on her dainty little nose,
She puts a touch distinctive in her style,
She puts some pretty stockings on that hide her little toes,
Puts on a rather captivating smile,
She puts a bit of side on, I must candidly admit,
Puts on a dainty walk, the little Don,
It's a wee bit hot,
That's the whole darn lot
That this Harrogate girl puts on.