MY OLD GAL.
Copyright, MDCCCXCVI. by Henry J. Wehman.
Words and Music by Charles Graham.
I well remember when a child when I would visit grandpa,
Tho' he was seventy years of age, he still made love to grandma;
Tho' children of a larger growth, I've often seen them playing,
And more than once I've heard the old man to his old wife saying:
My old gal, we're forty years together;
It don't seem long with you, my dear old gal.
Forty more, in any kind of weather,
Would never be too much for me, with my old gal.
The dear, old lady I have often seen a tear-drop shedding
When she cays, "John, I hope we'll live to see our golden wedding."
I hope that they will see the day for which they both are praying:
She's with us yet, dear granny, and the old man still is saying:- Chorus.