The Boy I Love is up in the Gallery

I'm a young girl, and have just come over Over from the country where they do things big And amongst the boys I've got me a lover And since I've got a lover I just don't care a fig 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 is not a cobbler, allow me to state For Johnny is a tradesman and he works in the Boro' Where they sole and heel them, whilst you wait 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 Now, If I were a Duchess and had a lot of money I'd give it to the boy that's gonna marry me But I haven't got a penny, so we live on love and kisses And be just as happy as the birds on the tree 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