Me Sweet Ting - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
ME SWEET TING. Copyright, 1895, by Widmer-Stlgler Music Pub, Co. Words and Music by Hurry von Tilzer. 
You talk about your sweet t'ings, but I t'ink you'se got 'em, nit; I'se got de only fairy dat anyone's kin git; She lives down by de river, she's a lata charmer, see? She's no ten t'ousen' dollar beaut', but she's dead blowed on me; Her father is a tough "mug," reg'lar terror to de end; And I stands "ace high" wid 'im, so you kin bet he is me friend; I calls to see her job lots once a week, on Sunday eve; And when de separation comes, It's, "What's de use to leave?" 
Chorus. For she's me sweet t'ing: yes, she's me lulu; She's de only girl, see? dat walks de street wid me. She finks dat I'm all right, tells de gang I'm out of sight, And I'll marry her just as soon as I gets de "plunks." 
I took her to a party, and she knocked de gang all cold: And Jimmie Dugan says to me, ' She's wort' her weight In gold!" Den some fly "mug" gets jealous, and he tramp'd upon her feet; And when she told me of it, why I tump't him in de teet; And when de party ended and us gang had gone away, As we were walking home alone, unto her I did say: "Now, Nellie, will you be me wife if I will do me part?" "Why, yes," she answered, "Jimmy, from de bottom of me heart." - Chorus.