Marie Lloyd
the Boy I love is up in the Gallery

Song :
C

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I’m a young girl, and have just come over,
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Over from the country where they do things big,
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And amongst the boys I’ve got myself a lover,
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And since I’ve got a lover, why I don’t care a fig.
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The boy I love is up in the gallery,
     F            G7           C
The boy I love is looking now at me,
Ddim7         F              Bb         G7
There he is, can’t you see, waving his handkerchief,
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As merry as a robin that sings on a tree.

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The boy that I love, they call him a cobbler,
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But he’s not a cobbler, allow me to state.
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For Johnny is a tradesman and he works in the Boro’1
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Where they sole and heel them, whilst you wait.
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The boy I love is up in the gallery,
     F           G7           C
The boy I love is looking now at me,
Ddim7      F              Bb             G7
There he is, can’t you see, waving his handkerchief,
   C7          F           Bb          F
As merry as a robin that sings on a tree.
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Now, If I were a Duchess and had a lot of money,
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I’d give it to the boy that’s going to marry me.
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But I haven’t got a penny, so we’ll live on love and kisses,
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And be just as happy as the birds on the tree.

       F            Bb          C7
The boy I love is up in the gallery,
     F           G7           C
The boy I love is looking now at me,
Ddim7      F              Bb             G7
There he is, can’t you see, waving his handkerchief,
   C7          F           Bb          F
As merry as a robin that sings on a tree.