[Verse 1]
Dora Hand was a singer in the New York operetta
Born into Boston old money, and Paris-trained
Dressed in black, she was a classic beauty but cursed with constitution sickly
She ventured West to breathe the fresh air on the Plains
She ended up down in Dodge City, it was a cowtown, dry and ugly
She hid her past, took Fannie Keenan for a name
Took the stage as a Vaudeville singer at the Lady Gay and the Alhambra
The cowboys loved her and she quickly rose to fame
[Chorus]
Sing a song, boys, for Dora Hand
She brought a little beauty to this hard and barren land
Doff your caps, boys, though saved or damned
For Dora Hand
[Verse 2]
Now to the Dodge folk she was an Angel, they called her Lady Bountiful By day, and "Queen Of Fairy Belles" by night
She was bringing in good money, so she gave plenty to the needy
She sure could sing, but she sure knew her wrong from right
Now lovely Dora, she took the fancy of that mayor, James Dog Kelley
Like many a man before him, he was heard to say
"That there Dora is a beautiful creature, she gives men a strange nostalgia
Dreams of finer things and better days"
[Chorus]
So sing a song, boys, for Dora Hand
She brought a little beauty to this hard and barren land
Dream a dream, boys, of a promised land
Of Dora Hand
Dora Hand was a singer in the New York operetta
Born into Boston old money, and Paris-trained
Dressed in black, she was a classic beauty but cursed with constitution sickly
She ventured West to breathe the fresh air on the Plains
She ended up down in Dodge City, it was a cowtown, dry and ugly
She hid her past, took Fannie Keenan for a name
Took the stage as a Vaudeville singer at the Lady Gay and the Alhambra
The cowboys loved her and she quickly rose to fame
[Chorus]
Sing a song, boys, for Dora Hand
She brought a little beauty to this hard and barren land
Doff your caps, boys, though saved or damned
For Dora Hand
[Verse 2]
Now to the Dodge folk she was an Angel, they called her Lady Bountiful By day, and "Queen Of Fairy Belles" by night
She was bringing in good money, so she gave plenty to the needy
She sure could sing, but she sure knew her wrong from right
Now lovely Dora, she took the fancy of that mayor, James Dog Kelley
Like many a man before him, he was heard to say
"That there Dora is a beautiful creature, she gives men a strange nostalgia
Dreams of finer things and better days"
[Chorus]
So sing a song, boys, for Dora Hand
She brought a little beauty to this hard and barren land
Dream a dream, boys, of a promised land
Of Dora Hand
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