Mamie, Me Pet - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MAMIE, ME PET. Copyright, 1896, by T. B. Harms & Co. Words and Music by Joseph Hart. 
Oh, Mamie's de pride of me life. And some day I'll call her my wife; She's a sister to Pearl, the Bowery girl. And ain't she it "beaut" on a hike, see! Her voice it ain't sweet, but it's loud, Wherever she sings there's a crowd; Oh, she sets them loony, sings sweet "Maggie Mooney," And just push, but don't shove the clouds. Yes-
Chorus. Mamie's a beauty, you bet; she works in a fact'ry and makes cigarettes; A reg'lar New Yorker, and she is a corker, The finest that ever you met, you bet. Mamie's a beauty, you bet, she works in a fact'ry And makes cigarettes; A reg'lar New Yorker, and she is a corker, The finest that ever you met, you bet. 
She'd fight at the drop of a hat. And make a good showing at that; She lives with her Ma, her sister and Pa, And always knows where she Is at, seel Her head it ain't swelled not a hit, Here's the ring and won't it make a hit! It's good and it's weighty, it cost me three-eighty, When she sees it she'd have a fit. Yes- Chorus.