To D. M. M. Greeks Once Sang A Lovely Song To Their Maiden Cora; But My Lay Floats Soft Along To My Dainty Dora. Frenchmen Sing Of Anne Belle, Romans Sang Of Flora; But I Sing My Song To Tell Of My Dainty Dora. Scotchmen Sing Their Songs To Move Mary Or Debora; But I Sing My Song Of Love - Love For Dainty Dora. Poets Now A Song May Give Psyche Or Lenora; But I'll Sing Long As I Live Just For Dainty Dora!