Streets of Cairo / Poor Little Country Maid

I will sing you a song, and it won't be very long
'Bout a maiden sweet, and she never would do harm
Everyone said she was pretty, she was not long in the city
All alone, oh what a pity
Poor little maid

She went out one night, did this in a city vine
With a nice young man, who invited her to dine
Now he's sorry that he met her, and he never will forget her
In the future he'll know better
Poor little maid

She never saw the streets of cairo
Upon the midway she had never strayed
She never saw the kutchey, could she?
Poor little country maid

She never saw the streets of cairo
Upon the midway she had never strayed
She never saw the kutchey, could she?
Poor little country maid

She was engaged, has a picture of two posed
To appear each night in abbreviated clothes
All the dudes were in a flurry, for to catch her they did hurry
One who caught her, now is sorry
Poor little maid

She was much fairer than the trilby
Lots of more men, sorry will be
If they don't try to keep away, from this
Poor little country maid

She never saw the streets of cairo
Upon the midway she had never strayed
She never saw the kutchey, could she?
Poor little country maid