Gal What I Calls Mine - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
GAL WHAT I CALLS MINE. 
Just around the corner you'll observe A snug little green-grocer's shop. With the name of Villiam Viggins Painted large as life on top; Well, that concern belongs to me, And the trade I does is fine, But I'd sooner part with all I have Than that gal what I calls mine. 
Chorus. For I dotes on the ground she walks upon, And her two bright eyes that shine, I would not take all the money in the bank For that gal what I calls mine. 
Now where she lives and what's her name I don't intend to tell, For certain sure she'd soon be quizzed . By every noble swell; You may see me on a Sunday, If the weather it is fine, As I take my walk, and on my arm Is the gal what I calls mine.-Chorus. 
There's servant maids and other maids, What's dealers at my store; They winks their eyes, so I winks mine In fun, but nothing more. If a duchess wished to marry me, I'd beg leave to decline; I'd rather live on bread and cheese With the gal what I calls mine.-Chorus. 
Twas last Sunday afternoon, I plucked up nerve to pop The question if she'd have me, And my wegebles and shop; She didn't say "no! " she didn't say "yes!" But she said she'd "drop a line," 'Cause so very bashful and so shy Is the girl what I calls mine. 
Spoken.-I do believe she'd blush herself to death if anybody'd let her. But it's a ton of coals to a pint of goose-berries she answers "yes! " So, if the wegebles should go up a penny or so, it will be owing to the matrimonial speculation of this "umble hindiwiddle " with the party of the hoppersite sect of which as I said before.-Chorus.