Diana Kitty Annie Maria

From Original Sheet Music

T'was in the month of June, when the birds were in full tune,            
I first met a charming little creature,
Her eyes they shone as bright as the twinkling stars at night,
And a kind smile played on every feature.
I said, my dearest belle, your name to me pray tell,
For you're just about the sort I admire,
She tossed her pretty head as blushingly she said
My name's Diana Kitty Annie Maria.

You should only see her feet, as she trips along the street,
She's just about the sort to admire,
Such a girl is seldom seen, she's the pride of Clerkenwell
Is my darling Diana Kitty Annie Maria.

She's the prettiest little foot, in the prettiest little boot,
And a pretty little ankle, too, believe me;
She's got such a pretty face, and a darling little waist,
And looks like a girl as won't deceive ye.
No Lady in the land has got a prettier hand,
And a pretty fortune left by her sire;
She's a beauty altogether, from her bonnet to boot leather,
Is my darling Diana Kitty Annie Maria.

When take her in the Park,them soldiers they remark,                                                               
"I should like to give that girl a dozen kisses",
Or, "I'd give a full month's pay to take her slick away,
For that must be the pinnacle of blisses".
Them tall soldiers in the Guards they wink so very hard,
And their manly forms most girls admire,         
But their winking games won't do,for she sticks to me like glue,
Does my darling Diana Kitty Annie Maria.

I took her to a ball at the Agricultural Hall,
You should have seen her going through the Lancers,
On the light fantastic toe, we round and round did go,
And we really did astonish all the dancers.
The Polka she can dance like any girl of France,
I had no idea she was such a flier, 
So graceful, light, and airy, like a little flying fairy,
Is my darling Diana Kitty Annie Maria.

Oft I take her to the play, just to pass the time away,
And the Opera, too, when in season
For she sings like any Lark, from daylight until dark,
And I mean to bring her out next season; 
Many singers there may be, who can only sing to G
But she can sing three octaves higher
Believe me, 'tis true, she can sing to double you (W)
Can my darling Diana Kitty Annie Maria.

Single longer I won't tarry, for her I'm going to marry,
To the old parson I've been and given warning,
To make us two in one, like a penny hot-cross bun,
In three weeks from next Monday morning.
With our little family how happy we shall be,
One boy and three girls we require,
For the little boy, you see, shall be christened after me,
And the girls, Diana Kitty and Annie Maria!