Written by W. J. FLORENCE
Arranged by T. COMER
Published 1859 by Oliver Ditson & Co.

As they marched thro' the town with their banners so gay,
I ran to the window to hear the band play;
I peeped thro' the blinds very cautiously then,
Lest the neighbors should say I was looking at the men.

Oh! I heard the drums beat, and the music so sweet,
But my eyes at the time caught a much greater treat;
The Troop was the finest I ever did see,
And the Captain with his whiskers took a sly glance at me.

When we met at the Ball,
I of course thought 'twas right,
To pre-tend that we nev-er had met be-for that night,
But he knew me at once I per-ceived by his glance,
And I hung down my head when he asked me to dance.

Oh! he sat by my side at the end of the sett,
And the sweet words he spoke I shall nev-er for-get;
For my heart was en-list-ed and could not get free,
As the Captain with his whiskers took a sly glance at me.

But he march's from the town, and I see him no more,
Yet I think of him oft and the whiskers he wore,
I dream all the night,and I talk all the day,
Of the love of a Captain who went far away.

I remember with super-abundant delight,
When we met in the street, and we danced all the night,
And keep in my mind, how my heart jumped with glee,
As the Captain with his whiskers took a sly glance at me.

But there's hope - for a friend just ten minutes ago,
Said the Captain's returned from the war,
and I know He'll be searching for me with considerable zest,
And when I am found - but - ah - you know all the rest.

Perhaps he is here - let me look around the house -
Keep still, every one of you - still as a mouse -
For if the dear creature is here,
he will be With his whiskers ataking sly glances at me.