Now, the tavern was crowded, and two couples were there.
They were served by a lass with a rose in her hair.
Now, her manner was charming and her beauty was rare,
And truly she had a most delicate air,
The most de-e-e-e-e-e-e-elicate air,
And they called her the lass with that delicate air.

Now some soldiers were passing and they looked through the glass.
They were struck by the charm of that (pow!) delicate lass;
And they waited in longing her kisses to share,
'Cause truly she had a most delicate air,
The most de-e-e-e-e-e-e-elicate air,
And they toasted that lass with that delicate air.

Now a sailor arose who had been everywhere.
He said he had never seen a lass quite so fair,
And he vowed he would marry that little lass then and there,
'Cause truly she had a most (pow!) delicate air;
The most de-e-e-e-e-e-e-elicate air,
And he wanted that lass with that delicate air.

Well, he offered his heart and he offered his hand
And he painted a future so rosy and grand.
"Dear sir," she replied, "ask the bartender there.
That man is wed to the lass with the delicate air,
The most de-e-e-e-e-e-e-elicate air;
So goodbye to the lass with the delicate air."