The boy I love is up in the gallery. George Ware

I'm a young girl and have just come over,
Over from the country where they do things big;
And among the boys I've got a lover,
And since I've got a lover, well I don't care a fig.
Ch
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 while you wait.

Ch

Now if I were a duchess and had a lot of money,
I'd give it to the boy that'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.