Becky Miller - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
BECKY MILLER . By Chas. Connolly. 
Go my, Becky Miller, go my! I don't lofe you not von schmall leetle bit, My dream vas played oudt, so blease git up and git, Your false-hearted, vays I can't got along mit, Go my, Becky Miller, go my! 
Vas all dot young vooraans false-hearted like you, Mit a face nice und bright, but a heart plack-und plue, Und all de time shveanng you lofed me so, too? Go my, Becky Miller, go my! 
You took all de presents vat I did present, Yes, gobbled up efery blamed ting vat I sent; All de time mit anoder young rooster you vent, Go my, Becky Miller, go my! 
Vhy, once I fought you a shtar my up high, Una den for your sake I vould vilhngly die; But. oh, Becky Miller, you hafe proved von big lie, Go my, Becky Miller, go my! 
Vhen first I found out you vas such a big lie, It hurt me so bad I t'ought I should die; But now vas a change, und I don't efen cry. Go my, Becky Miller, go my! 
Don't try make pelleve you vas sorry about, I don't pelieve von vord vat comes out by your mout; Und pesides I don't care, for you vas played out, Go my, Becky Miller, go my!