My Pretty Dan

I have a póliceman down at de Bay, An’ he is true to me though far away. I love my pólice, and he loves me too, An’ he has promised he’ll be ever true. My little bobby is a darlin’ one, An’ he’s de prettiest you could set eyes ’pon. When he be’n station’ up de countryside, Fus’ time I shun him sake o’ foolish pride. But as I watched him patrolling his beat, I got to find out he was nice an’ neat. More still I foun’ out he was extra kin’, An’ dat his precious heart was wholly mine. Den I became his own a true sweetheart, An’ while life last we’re hopin’ not fe part. He wears a truncheon an’ a handcuff case, An’ pretty cap to match his pretty face. Dear lilly p’liceman stationed down de sout’, I feel your kisses rainin’ on my mout’. I could not give against a póliceman; For if I do, how could I lub my Dan? Prettiest of naygar is my dear police, We’ll lub foreber, an’ our lub won’t cease. I have a póliceman down at de Bay, An’ he is true to me though far away.