Marguerite Waiting For A Lord - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MARGUERITE(Waiting for a Lord) Copyright, 1893, by White-Smith Music: Publishing Co. Words by R. Willrose. Music by V. Fassone. 
Of the boys who vow they love me, I have had at least a score, First a gay and charming Frenchman, then a handsome, dark Signor; Then a stout and hearty "Deutscher," and a Spaniard full of pride. Then a smart and cute young Yankee, and they all to me have sighed: 
Chorus. Marguerite, I long have loved you madly, Marguerite, I really want you badly; Marguerite, oh dear! I love you so, Ah, tell me, tell me quickly, shall I stay or go? 
It was on the gay boulevardies, as I passed amid the throng, And was feeling rather lonely, that my Mounseer came along; He'd the loveliest moustachio, and tres, tres chic was he. And we'd not gone far together, when be softly sighed to me: 
Chorus. Marguerite,je t'aime, je t'aime. Marguerite, d'you think you feel the same? Marguerite, ma foi! I love you so, Oh, tell me, tell me quickly, shall I stay or go? 
Then a Yankee from Chicago came across the pond to see All the finest sights of London, so of course he soon saw me! Then I told him I was longing for a peep at the World's Fair; Says my Yankee, smart as ever:" Wal, I guess I'll take you there." 
Chorus. Marguerite, you bet I love you madly; Marguerite, I guess I want you badly; Marguerite, you'd best believe that's so, Ah, tell me, tell me quickly, shall I stay or go? 
Now it happen'd that I wandered into Whitechapel one day, M'here the costers all adore me in their own "chevalier" way; There was one who most politely always used to doff his cap; If he didn't there accost me, just as every other chap: 
Chorus. Marguerite, you really are a blazer; Marguerite, you even beat Elizer: Marguerite, jump on my barrer, do! So 'elp me, I will only love the moke and you. 
You will think it rather funny I am still in single bliss, But if you'll keep it secret, the reason why 'tis this-For an English lord I'm waiting, and I think the time is near, When, with his arms around me, he'll whisper in my ear: 
Chorus. Marguerite, I long have loved you madly; Marguerite, I really want you badly; Marguerite, be Lady So and So; Then I shall answer quickly, and it won't be "No!"