American Old Time Song Lyrics: 54 I Call That Love Don't You
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 54
I CALL THAT LOVE-DON'T YOU?
Copyright, 1895. by Alb. H. Fitz.
Words and Music by Alb. B. Fitz.
Twas at the dub the other night a jolly crowd was there,
To tell a story, sing a song, each one to do his share,
At last they talked of woman true-did she wed for love or gold;
Could some one tell why woman's love was not like that of old.
One man declared that money bought the love of woman fair,
Another vowed that marriage was a failure and a snare.
When I replied, "You're wrong, my friends, I know of woman true.
Who marry poor, but good, honest men-now I call that love-don't you?"
I know that girl loved me, and I know also was true;
When poor, by me she stood-now, boys, what would you do?
I'll tell you how I know that little one was true.
When, without a cent, she stuck to me, now I call that love-don't you?
You ask nit, boys, to sing a song, or tell a story new,
And wonder why I've not joined In, now listen, I'll tell you
A story true I've never told tThat almost breaks my heart,
Of one I loved who passed away, 'twas decreed that we must part,
She was fair as fair could be, and promised that she would he mine,
The day was set, misfortune came, there always comes a time,
Now, did she leave me- no! She said, "Jack, I'll stick to you,"
And so she did till the end, my boys; now I call that love-don't you?-Cho.