American Old Time Song Lyrics: 39 Oh Flossie

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OH! FLOSSIE.
Copyright, 1893, by Francis, Day & Hunter.
Words by Richard Morton. Music by Orlando Powell.

Little sweetheart, up above me, come and tell me 'ow yer love me,
Flossie, don't yer be a scorner, I'll wait 'round the Johnny 'orner.
I know, and yer needn't flare up; it's a job to do yer 'air up;
But yer might as well look slippy, standin' 'ere is somewhat nippy;
Fairer than my words can paint yer, Flossie, you're my sweetheart, ain't yer?

Chorus.
O Flossie, pretty little Flossie: O Flossie, listen to my song:
When you're out with me at night everything is gay and bright,
But when yer leave me on my own, it all goes wrong.

Flossie, though the street is narrer, cold is striking to my marrer;
'Urry up with that there bonnet, that with feathers stuck upon it.
If yer hears me, wave yer flipper, though you're tall and I'm a nipper,
Don't be proud and nasty to me, for my 'eart is yours, yus, bloo me;
Fairer than my words can paint yer, Flossie, you're my sweetheart, ain't yer?- Cho

If young Jimmy Jones should rile yer, tell me and I'll bust his biler,
For I loves yer, and yer knows it, don't care what I does to show it.
Flossie, out 'ere soon be 'opping, tell the dad you're going shopping.
'Urry up, my love, my cherished, for I, well I'm nearly perished;
Fairer than my words can paint yer, Flossie, you're my sweetheart, ain't yer?- Cho
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