GAL WITH THE TERRIBLE FEET.
Written and sang by Sam Devere.
Her name was Maria Jane Whittaker Gibbs,
Bow-legged in one of her eyes;
With a fist like a ham, she could fight like a Turk,
Warm any old gal of her size.
A terrible crowd always followed her heels,
Where'ver she went on the street;
You'd swear 'twas an earthquake had tackled the earth,
Whenever she moved her big feet.
All the bad little boys, how they'd whistle and yell,
Whenever she went on the street;
And all the Dutch shoemakers mopies would bark.
At the gal with the terrible feet.
It took a bull's hide for to make her a shoe,
And she'd pick her big teeth with the horns;
Had a bunion as big as gin head on each foot,
And some cracking, big, beautiful corns;
And when she got mad, hen big ears they got blue,
And her nose turned as red as a beat;
She could kick a big hole through the side of a house,
This gal with the terrible feet.-Chorus.
One day she stepped on a bull terrier pup,
When she raised there was nothing beneath;
And once, when a little girl going to school,
She kicked out an Elephant's teeth;
And if any poor fellow should make her a call,
He'd find it hard getting away;
For she'd put her big foot on the top of his back,
And lord how she'd press him to stay- Chorus.