Dorothy Dean

For years I've been courting a lady
Beautiful Dorothy Dean
But she has turned out rather shady
Although she was once all serene
Since Mr Alberti Mac Springer
Brought out his new flying machine
At Lover's Lae vainly I linger
Awaiting Miss Dorothy Dean

Oh! Dorothy, Dorothy Dean
Oh! Dorothy what can she mean
She's suddenly flown 
To regions unknown
Along with a man on his flying machine

Quite early one bright Sunday morning
Beautiful Dorothy Dean
Arose from her bed without warning
To sample that flying machine.
With Mr Mac Springer to spoon O! 
She rose till no speck could be seen 
They may have reached Venus or Juno
Mac Springer and Dorothy Dean

Ah! night after night I am dreaming
Dreaming of Dorothy Dean
I fancy I hear her voice screaming
Then Crash!  comes the flying machine
I raise her - all injured and shaken —
I whisper "you're still my heart's queen"
Then just as I kiss I awaken
To find there's no Dorothy Dean.