[Winifred:]
I'm only a poor little singing girl
Who wanders to and fro,
Yet many have heard me with hearts a-whirl,
At least, they tell me so.
[Chorus:]
Bravo! Bravo!
The charming little singing girl.
Bravo! Bravo!
For ev'ry heart she sets a-whirl,
Both near and far
With her guitar!
Oh, listen to the band!
How merrily they play!
"Oh, don't you think it grand?"
Hear ev'rybody say.
Oh, listen to the band!
Who doesn't love to hark
To the shout of "Here they come!"
And the banging of the drum?
Oh, listen to the soldiers in the park!