OH! YOU LITTLE DARLING
Oh! what a tiling it is to be
A. girl with lots of beaux,
The number of young men I got-
Well, gooduess, only knows;
Whene'er I'm walking down the street,
I'm nearly always sure to meet
A young man who will call me sweet.
And then so gently say-
Oh! you little darling, I love you,
Oh! you little darling, are you true?
If you really love me as you ought to do,
Nothing in this world shall cut our love in two.
Although I don't intend to wed-
To settle down in lifeI've promised nearly forty men
That I will be their wife;
Some fellows tell me that I am
Their darling, loving little lamb,
While some call me their bit of jam,
And other fellows say-Chorus.
Upon my word, I don't intend
To wear the wedding ring,
While for a kiss they give to me
No end of pretty things;
Whene'er they kiss me, once or twice,
Although by some it's called a vice,
I must confess I think it nice,
Especially when they say- Chorus