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
Calles de El Cairo / Pobre Campesina
Te cantaré una canción, y no será muy larga
Sobre una dulce doncella, que nunca quiso hacer daño
Todos decían que era bonita, no duró mucho en la ciudad
Totalmente sola, oh qué lástima
Pobre campesina
Salió una noche, lo hizo en una viña de la ciudad
Con un joven amable, que la invitó a cenar
Ahora él lamenta haberla conocido, y nunca la olvidará
En el futuro sabrá mejor
Pobre campesina
Nunca vio las calles de El Cairo
En la feria nunca se había aventurado
Nunca vio el kutchey, ¿verdad?
Pobre campesina
Nunca vio las calles de El Cairo
En la feria nunca se había aventurado
Nunca vio el kutchey, ¿verdad?
Pobre campesina
Estaba comprometida, tiene una foto de dos posados
Para aparecer cada noche con ropa abreviada
Todos los tipos estaban alborotados, corrieron para atraparla
Quien la atrapó, ahora lamenta
Pobre campesina
Era mucho más hermosa que la trilby
Muchos más hombres, lamentarán
Si no intentan mantenerse alejados de esta
Pobre campesina
Nunca vio las calles de El Cairo
En la feria nunca se había aventurado
Nunca vio el kutchey, ¿verdad?
Pobre campesina
Escrita por: Brad Jungwirth / Chris White / Kate Carter