Clarabel Magee - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
CLARABEL MAGEE. Copyright, 1881, by A. J. Fisher. 
I've a daughter, Clarabel, She's a rosebud rich and rare; "She wears her brother's derby, And she bangs her own false hair. Her nose is Graeco-Ronian, Her chromo you can see; Just gaze upon the father Of sweet Clarabel Magee. 
Chorus. Oh, so sweet is Clarabel,-(Break), Bhe mashes every swell;-(Break), When she is at a ball, 'Twould bieak your heart to see How mashers tight to get a dance With Clarabel Magee. 
Oh, she has lot of beauxs, There is now a bitter strife Between millionaires and aldermen To get her for a wife. Says she, I can't marry all! Says I, then chuck the dice and see What happy man will win the hand Of Clarabel Magee. -Chorus.