American Old Time Song Lyrics: 23 Gal What I Calls Mine
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 23
GAL WHAT I CALLS MINE.
Just around the corner you'll observe
A snug little green-grocer's shop.
With the name of Villiam Viggins
Painted large as life on top;
Well, that concern belongs to me,
And the trade I does is fine,
But I'd sooner part with all I have
Than that gal what I calls mine.
For I dotes on the ground she walks upon,
And her two bright eyes that shine,
I would not take all the money in the bank
For that gal what I calls mine.
Now where she lives and what's her name
I don't intend to tell,
For certain sure she'd soon be quizzed .
By every noble swell;
You may see me on a Sunday,
If the weather it is fine,
As I take my walk, and on my arm
Is the gal what I calls mine.-Chorus.
There's servant maids and other maids,
What's dealers at my store;
They winks their eyes, so I winks mine
In fun, but nothing more.
If a duchess wished to marry me,
I'd beg leave to decline;
I'd rather live on bread and cheese
With the gal what I calls mine.-Chorus.
Twas last Sunday afternoon,
I plucked up nerve to pop
The question if she'd have me,
And my wegebles and shop;
She didn't say "no! " she didn't say "yes!"
But she said she'd "drop a line,"
'Cause so very bashful and so shy
Is the girl what I calls mine.
Spoken.-I do believe she'd blush herself to death if anybody'd
let her. But it's a ton of coals to a pint of goose-berries she answers "yes! " So, if the wegebles should go up a penny or so, it
will be owing to the matrimonial speculation of this "umble
hindiwiddle " with the party of the hoppersite sect of which as I