Young Caraboo is come out of the West
 In Frenchified tatters this young girl is dressed
 One pair of stockings and jacket she'd none
 She'd tramped half unshod and she tramped all alone
 But just how to fool 'em this doxy well knew
 You never heard of a gypsy like young Caraboo For she stopped for no river, she stopped not for stone
 She swam in the Avon where ford there was none
 When that she alighted at Worral's front gate
 The Dame and the Doctor received her in state
 And no longer a gypsy, the club of Bas-bleu
 To a Princess converted the young Caraboo To all of their questions she answer denied
 So hard did she struggle her laughter to hide
 Saying, "Since that they give me these titles to fine
 I'll hush up, I'll eat curry, drink none of their wine
 For with this imposition I've nothing to do
 These are ready made fools", said the young Caraboo She looked down at a pigeon, she took it right up
 Caraboo had a fancy on pigeon to sup
 She looked down, she giggled, she looked up so sly
 With the bird in her hand and a pan in her eye
 She dressed it, she ate it, she called it Rampoo
 "This proves it," cries the Doctor, "she's Queen Caraboo"