American Old Time Song Lyrics: 10 Fanny Gray

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 10

FANNY GRAY.

She.
Well, well, sir, you've come at last, I thought you'd come no more
I've waited with my bonnet on from one till half past four;
You know I hate to sit alone, unsettled where to go,
You'll break my heart, I fear you will, if you continue so;
You'll break my heart, I fear you will, if you continue so.

He.
Now pray, my love, put off that frown, and don't begin to scold.
You really will persuade me soon you're growing cross and old;
I only stopped at Grosvnor gate, young Fanny's eyes to catch .
I won't. I swear, I won't be made to keep time like a watch;
I won't, I swear, I won't be made to keep time like a watch.

She.
It took you two hours then to bow ? two hours! take off your oaf!
I wish you'd bow that way to me, and apropos of that;
I saw you making love to her, you see I know it all,
I saw you making love to her, at Lady Gossip's ball;
I saw you making love to her, at Lady Gossip's ball.

He
Now really, Jane, I own your temper is so very odd to-day,
You're jealous, and of such a girl as little Fanny Gray;
Make love to her! indeed, my dear, you could see no such thing,
I sat a minute by her side, to see a turquoise ring;
I sat a minute by her side, to see a turquoise ring.

She.
I tell you that I saw it all, the whispering and grimace,
The flirting and coquetting in her little foolish face;
Oh! Charles, I wonder that the earth don't open where you stand,
By the heaven that is above us both, I saw you kiss her hand;
By the heaven that is above us both, I saw yon kiss her hand.

He.
I didn't, love, or if I did, allowing that 'tis true,
When a pretty woman shows her rings, what can a poor man do?
My life, my soul, my darling Jane! I love but you alone,
I never thought of Fanny Gray-how tiresome she's grown;
I never thought of Fanny Gray-how tiresome she's grown.

She.
Put down your hat, don't take your stick, now prithee Charles, do stay.
You never come to see me now, but you long to run away;
There was a time, there was a time, you never wish to go.
What have I done, what have I done, dear Charles, to change you so?
What have I done, what have I done, dear Charles, to change you so?

He.
Pooh, pooh, my love, I am not changed, bnt dinner is at eight.
And my father'6 so particular, he never likes to wait;
Good-bye, good-bye, I'll come again! "yes, one of these fine days."
He's turned the street, I knew he would, he's gone to Fanny Gray's;
He's turned the street, I knew he would, he's gone to Fanny Gray's.