Lyrics:
“Love laughs at locksmiths,” so they say.
But don't believe it's true,
For I don't laugh when lock'd away
From my own darling Loo.
You'd feel like me if you could see
The girl who owns my heart,
And understand my misery
Whenever we've to part.
I seem as tho' cut in to,
My heart is my own no more,
And so I sing to little Loo
To keep her at the door:
chorus:
Linger longer, Lucy, linger longer, Loo,
How I love to linger, Lucy, linger 'longer you,
Listen while I sing,
Ah, promise you'll be true,
Linger longer, longer linger, linger longer, Loo. (repeat chorus twice
You should have seen my Loo and me
Once strolling side by side,
The day I ask'd her if she'd be
My little blushing bride;
She hung her head, her face grew red,
Her eyes glanc'd up to mine,
And in a trembling voice she said,
“Yes, darling I'll be thine.”
We then had a loving kiss,
I murmur'd “Once again.”
And to prolong such perfect bliss
I sang the old refrain:
And now I'm counting ev'ry hour
Till she becomes my wife,
until this beauteous, budding flow'r
Is grafted on my life.
And when it's done, and we are one,
Still strolling side by side,
We'll face the world, and know there's none
Will dare us two divide.
As we wander hand in hand,
As each to each we cling,
All those who look will understand
The reason wy I sing: