I don’t care if there’s a girl there

Young Lord Fitzroy, dear old pal of ours
Once for sport bought some old haunted towers
Sent his valet down to get the place all right
But the man came back with tales of ghosts there every night
All round your bed, they'll stand he said, 
But the Lord he answered gaily as he scratches curly head

Oh I don't care if there's a girl there
That's the place where I'd like to be
I don't care if there's a girl there 
Just to keep me company 
Young or old girls, shy or bold girls
They all know my pedigree 
I don't care if there's a girl there
Where the girls are you'll find me

Weekends we spend bathing in the sea 
One noon, last June Uncle Timothy 
Bought a bathing suit and said he'd learn to swim 
When he saw the sea he said it looked too wet for him 
One little maid cried you're afraid
Said uncle, as he toddled in to slap the saucy Jade