I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TELL YER BUT I LUBS YER!
 
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I've got some lubbly thoughts could I but speak 'em.
All about a gal, my gal;
The words I want to say I vainly seek 'em,
When I'm wid dat girl, my gal,
I'm full right up to here, wid love for her.
She's in my mind at work or play,
It causes me to sigh an' show a tearful eye,
When I takes her little hand in mine and say,

Chorus: Oh, I don't know how to tell yer
How I lubs yer my gal, my gal.
Tho' my sayings are not witty,
Tho' my words may not be pretty.
Stil, I'm just as fond ob you, my gal.
I lubs yer just as true my gal!

I bought a book and learned to say things sweetly,
Kase I thought they'd please my gal;
But from my head, somehow, they rush completely,
When I'm wid that gal, my gal.
I wonder dat I dares to look at her,
I fancy dat it's like my cheek;
But when I catch her eye, a-peeping on the sly,
Well, I feels as how I'm bustin' for ter speak!

Chorus:

 
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Written and composed by Bennett Scott
Performed by Marie Lloyd (1870-1922)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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