Talking (and Singing) of the Nordic Man

 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.

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