I Behold, My Child, The Nordic Man, And Be As Like Him, As You Can; His Legs Are Long, His Mind Is Slow, His Hair Is Lank And Made Of Tow. Ii And Here We Have The Alpine Race: Oh! What A Broad And Foolish Face! His Skin Is Of A Dirty Yellow. He Is A Most Unpleasant Fellow. Iii The Most Degraded Of Them All Mediterranean We Call. His Hair Is Crisp, And Even Curls, And He Is Saucy With The Girls.