Gobble Song - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
GOBBLE SONG. Bettina. 
I feel whene'er I am by thee, A soft and gentle agitation. 
Pippo. When very strange, 'tis so with me, ] feel a wild intoxication. E'er your voice doth by me steal. My mind is an awful kickle, And when you look at me I feel As if some imp my heart did tickle. 
Bettina. I my turkeys love, with my sheep I rove, And they speak of you, gobble, gobble, gobble. 
Pippo. When they bleat afar-Bah. ah, Yet more than these you I love. 
Bettina. When they speak of you, Gobble, gobble, gobble, Yes, more than sheep that rove, Gobble, gobble, gobble. 
Pippo. When they bleat afar-Bah, Bah. 
Bettina. Gobble, Gobble, Gobble, Gobble, Gobble, Gobble, Gobble, Gobble, Gobble, Gobble, Gobble, Gobble, Gobble, Gobble, When in your eyes my glances dwell All kinds of feeling seem a-mingling. 
Pippo. If when your perfumed hair I smell, it sets my very nails a-tingling, Suddenly you by me stand, I'm like a chicken in a corner, And if you touch me with your hand, Tis done, I feel I am "a goner." 
Bettina and Pippo I my turkeys love, with my sheep I rove, And they speak of you, gobble, gobble, gobble.