Have you heard about my greenhorn cousin?
She has boys around her by the dozen.
Her red and rosy cheeks just draw your glance in,
Her dainty feet just begging to go dancin’.
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And when she walked, it seemed like she was dancin’,
And when she talked, her voice was so entrancin’.
Pretty as a doll, you should ‘a seen ‘er,
That’s how I remember my kuzine.

As time went by, I saw my greenhorn cousin,
Working day and night, it seemed for nothin’.
Her payday checks just barely had her eatin’,
A life of toil just simply had her beaten.

Not long ago, I saw my greenhorn cousin,
And I asked her, “Grine, so what’s buzzin’?”
She sighed and said, “The sweatshop has undone me,
Curses on Columbus’ discovery.”