I fought I was hep to the whole string o' fairies
Not one o' the bunch could put me to the bad;
I'd mingled a lot with your Mauds and your Carries,
If one tried to kid she was sorry she had.
But ev'ry fly mug gets it sooner or later,
I know that this calico game is no cinch
Since I met at the ten, twent an' t'irty t'eater
The cause of me trouble, Miss Lily Ann Lynch.
When I caught a flash me, the real Foxy Quiller!
Thinks I to meself, ' Lily Ann, you're all right; '
I says to the gang: ' Watch me stroll up and kill 'er,
I'll cop out that princess,— she's mine from tonight.'
But sa-a-y when I tried to get new wit' Miss Lily,
She come back so hard, me hazing! — to the mat;
An' now I'm as tame as a clothin' store Willie,
She's got me trained proper, take my word for that.
Lil, I like you, Lil, I do,
I don't mind tellin' this to you.
It's no case o' stringin', Lil
For you've got me wingin', still
I like you, Lil, for fair.