Oh, Oh, Antonio

In quaint native dress an Italian maid Was deep in distress as the streets she strayed Searching in every part For her false sweetheart And his ice-cream cart Her English was bad it cannot be denied And so to herself in Italian she cried, Oh Oh Antonio he's gone away Left me alonio, all on my ownio I want to meet him with his new sweetheart Then up will go Antonio and his ice-cream cart. So sad grew the plight of this fair, young lass She'd faint at the sight of an ice-cream glass She'd dream nigh every day He'd come back to stay But he'd fade away Her old hurdy-gurdy all day she'd parade And this she would sing to each tune that it played. She sought in despair for Antonio And looked everywhere that she thought he would go Soon she to pine began As each face she'd scan For her ice-cream man She faded away, but they say in the streets The ghost of that girl in Italian repeats.