American Old Time Song Lyrics: 44 Say Youre Mine The Bowery Boys Love Song

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SAY YOU'RE MINE(The Bowery Boy's Love Song)
Copyright, 1894, by Lincoln J. Pollak.
Words and Music by Lincoln J. Pollak.

I'm not a deal at makin' love in hifalutin' way,
But when I say I'd like ter own yer, Sissy, wot yer say?
We'll go ter Mickey Clancy, he's der leader of der ward,
An' we'll get spliced, me little dame, if "yer'll but say der word.
I'll take yer ter der picnics, like der cove wot's stuck on yer;
I'll wear me pants in creases, on me coat I'll put some for.
I wants yer bad, an' no mistake-my I how yer eyes do shine;
Oh, won't I suit me little bute, oh, say dat ytr'll be mine.

Chorus.
For I likes yer style, yer trim an' slick,
I loves yer un' I'll to yer stick;
I know I'm blunt, but yer a brick-
Say, Sissy, say yer mine.

We'll have two little kids, me own, a little girl an' boy,
An' you shall teach dem manners, see? an' make dem flip an' fly;
Der boy'll look like his mudder an' der girl she'll look like me,
An' ev'ry night dey'll kneel an' pray, "God bless der family."
Der girl she'll look so pretty wid her puggy turn-up nose,
Der boy he'll look so funny in his fadder's cut off clothes;
An' when on Sundays we goes out, an' looks so very fine,
Der ward's too small, I'll be so proud-oh, Bay dat yer'll be mine.

Chorus.
For I likes yer style, yer trim an' slick,
I loves yer an' I'll to yer stick;
I know I'm blunt, but yer a brick-
Say, Sissy, say yer mine.

We're married just a year to-day as happy as can be,
But we ain't lettin' any guys make trouble for us, see?
One night I comes home from me work an' finds me dame in tears.
An' when I asks her wat's der row, she Bays, "Yer false, I fears."
She said der neighbors told her I went, out wid odder dames,
I took dem to der picnics an' ter see der baseball games.
I proved ter Sissy dat was false an' kissed her cryin' eyes,
An' holds her to me heart au' Bays, while she half laughs an' cries:

Chorus.
"For I likes yer style, yer trim an' slick,
I Loves yer an' I'll to yer stick;
So dry yer eyes, for yer a brick,
My Sissy, only mine."
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