Lyrics:
Oh! what a thing it is to be
A girl with lots of beaux,
The number of young men I've got,
Well goodness only knows;
Whene'er I'm walking down the street,
I'm nearly always sure to meet
A young man who will call me sweet,
And then so gently say:
chorus:
Oh! you little darling, I love you.
Oh! you little darling, are you true?
If you really love me as you ought to do,
Nothing in this world shall cut our love in two. (repeat chorus)
Although I don't intend to wed,
To settle down in life,
I've promised nearly forty men,
That I will be their wife;
Some fellows tell me that I am
Their darling, loving, little lamb,
While some call me their bit of jam,
And other fellows say:
Upon my word, I don't intend
To wear the wedding ring,
While for a kiss they give to me
No end of pretty things;
Whene'er they kiss me, once or twice,
Although by some it's called a vice,
I must confess I think it nice,
Especially when they say:
