OH! CAN IT BE LOVE?
 
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A sweet young girl called Clara Courtem
Went out to a ball last autumn;
And when she got home that night,
Dreamt of sweethearts till daylight.
When she woke, a curious feeling
Through her frame she felt a-stealing,
Thought perhaps was Cupid's dart,
And asked this question of her heart.

Chorus: 'Oh! Can it be love? Dear! Can it be love?
This yum-my-yum-yum-my, this yum-my-yum-yum-my,
And dithery-doo-dah elation!
Say can it be love? Pray, can it be love?
This awfully funny, like treacle and honey,
All over a likely sensation.'

Clara went down to her mother,
Told her all about the bother;
Clara's mother told the Pa,
He looked most surprised at Ma.
Both near got the indigestion
When they thought about the question,
Till the girl the silence broke,
And thus unto her patents spoke,

Chorus: 'Oh! Can it be love? Dear! Can it be love?
This yum-my-yum-yum-my, this yum-my-yum-yum-my,
And dithery-doo-dah elation!
Say can it be love? Pray, can it be love?
This awfully funny, like treacle and honey,
All over a likely sensation.'

Clara's Ma sat thinking gravely,
Till the Pas said, speaking bravely,
'We must take the girl to town,
There to see greatDoctor Brown,'
Then her Ma, although it shocked her,
Told the case unto the doctor;
He looked grave and shook his head,
When to him all three said,

Chorus: 'This feeling so yummy and rum-my-rum-rum-my,
That's driving the girl in a frenzy!
Say, can it be love? Pray, can it be love?'
But the doctor said, 'Scout it! there's no love about it!
The girl's only got in-flu-en-zy!'

 
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Written and composed by Felix McGlennon -1897
Performed by James Fawn (1850-1923)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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