American Old Time Song Lyrics: 59 Louisiana Lou
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 59
LOUISIANA LOU.
Copyright, 1894, by Francis, Day & Hunter.
Words and Music by |Leslie Stuart.
I lub a gal, s'pose she lubs me too,
Anyhow she say she do, she say she do;
We calls her Lou since dat gal was born,
Down Louisiana, 'mong de sugar and de corn.
Lou, how I lub you true;
Lou, 'deed I do, I do;
And eb'ry night when de moon am shine,
I sing dis little gal dis little song of mine:
Chorus.
Lou, Lou, I lub you; I lub you, dat's true;
Don't cry, don't sigh, you'll see me in de mornin';
Dream, dream, dream ob me, and I'll dream ob you.
My Louisiana, Louisiana, Louisiana Lou.
When Lou was born I was less so high,
I was but a baby boy, a baby boy;
Mam says, "My Lor aren't dem child'en spoons?"
Down Louisiana, 'mong de cotton and de coons.
Lou, how I lub you true;
Lou, 'deed I do, I do;
in days done gone to her cot I'd creep.
And sing dis little song to put dat chile asleep:-Chorus.
Lou's growed up now, soon she'll marry me.
Anyhow I want her be, I want her be,
For all de nigs lub dat gal ob mine,
Down Louisiana, 'mong de 'possum and de pine.
Lou, how I lub you true;
Lou, 'deed I do, I do;
So when we're wed and we're spliced in one,
I'll sing dis little song to bring back days done gone:-Cho.