Duffy, The Swell - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
DUFFY, THE SWELL Copyright, 1884, by T. B. Harms & Co. 
My name is Michael Duffy, And for style I can't be beat; I'm known by everybody, When I promenade the street. I " mash " upon the corners-Oh! the ladies know me well; When they pass that way, They smile and say: "Oh! there goes Duffy, the swell!" 
Chorus. I'm a swell, you can tell, I am always in the fashion; Everyday, on Broadway, Oh! don't I look dashing? Olivette cigarette, The perfume you can smell; And the ladies gay, They smile and say: "There's Duffy, yes, Duffy, the swell!" 
Upon my coat a rosebud, As I walk about, I wear; And always in the middle Make the barber part my hair. I go to all the pic-nics, Patronize the best hotel, Where I do the grand, You understand, For I am Duffy, the swell.-Chorus. 
I sport a pretty eye-glass, And my tile and boots they shine; The ladies' hearts I'm breaking-Oh! they call me " Baby Mine!" I dine on hash and tooth-picks, And the little boys they yell, When they see my style, And mashing smile: "Oh! there is Duffy, the swell!"-Chorus. 
Knock at the Window To-Night. Copyright, 1883, by T. B. Harms & Co. Written and sung by Gus Williams. 
I'm courting a farmer's fair daughter, And often we meet on the sly; Her father would scold if he caught her At any one winking her eye; But still ev'ry ev'ning she meets me, And out in the woodlands we stray, When passing her cottage she greets me With smiles, and I thus hear her say: 
Chorus. 
Knock at the window to-night, love, Tap it so softly and light, love; Knock at the window to-night, love, And there I'll be waiting for you. 
Beside the old porch then I linger, And soon a soft hand is in mine; A ring now she wears on her finger, To show that our hearts we entwine; We roam by the mill and the meadow, The stars gently peeping above; Each night in the soft twilight shadow I think of the words of my love.-Chorus. 
I know that she still loves me dearly, I know that to me she'll be true; Her bright eyes are shining so clearly, They seem like the sky's azure blue; All day of her message I'm thinking, And longing the night to appear; While watching the golden sun sinking, Her soft, gentle whisper I hear.-Chorus.