The Boy I Love Is Up In The Gallery

I'm a young girl, and have just come over
Over from the country where they do things big
And amongst the boys I've got a lover
And since I've got a lover, why I don't care a fig

The boy I love is up in the gallery
The boy I love is looking now at me
There he is, can't you see, waving his handkerchief
As merry as a robin that sings on a tree
The boy that I love, they call him a cobbler
But he's not a cobbler, allow me to state
For Johnny is a tradesman and he works in the Boro'
Where they sole and heel them, whilst you wait

The boy I love is up in the gallery
The boy I love is looking now at me
There he is, can't you see, waving his handkerchief
As merry as a robin that sings on a tree
Now, If I were a Duchess and had a lot of money
I'd give it to the boy who's going to marry me
But I haven't got a penny, so we'll live on love and kisses
And be just as happy as the birds on the tree

The boy I love is up in the gallery
The boy I love is looking now at me
There he is, can't you see, waving his handkerchief
As merry as a robin that sings on a tree