At the Club

When a pretty maiden passes By the window down the Street, Cards and billiards lose their sweet; Conversation on old brasses Languishes; up go the glasses: "Nice complexion!" "Dainty feet!" When a pretty maiden passes By the window down the street

Smith forgets the "toiling masses," Robinson, the fall in wheat; All the club is indiscreet. Ah, the wisest men are asses When a pretty maiden passes By the window down the street!