American Old Time Song Lyrics: 15 Becky Miller
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 15
BECKY MILLER .
By Chas. Connolly.
Go my, Becky Miller, go my!
I don't lofe you not von schmall leetle bit,
My dream vas played oudt, so blease git up and git,
Your false-hearted, vays I can't got along mit,
Go my, Becky Miller, go my!
Vas all dot young vooraans false-hearted like you,
Mit a face nice und bright, but a heart plack-und plue,
Und all de time shveanng you lofed me so, too?
Go my, Becky Miller, go my!
You took all de presents vat I did present,
Yes, gobbled up efery blamed ting vat I sent;
All de time mit anoder young rooster you vent,
Go my, Becky Miller, go my!
Vhy, once I fought you a shtar my up high,
Una den for your sake I vould vilhngly die;
But. oh, Becky Miller, you hafe proved von big lie,
Go my, Becky Miller, go my!
Vhen first I found out you vas such a big lie,
It hurt me so bad I t'ought I should die;
But now vas a change, und I don't efen cry.
Go my, Becky Miller, go my!
Don't try make pelleve you vas sorry about,
I don't pelieve von vord vat comes out by your mout;
Und pesides I don't care, for you vas played out,
Go my, Becky Miller, go my!