Winnie, Winnie, What Have You Agin Me - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
WINNIE, WINNIE, WHAT HAVE YOU AGIN ME? Copyright, 1895, by H. W. Petrie. Words and Music by George Evans. 
There is a girl up in Harlem, I wish she would get stuck on me, Her name it. is Winnie MacDermott, her dad is a drayman, you see; She ain't what you'd call a dead swell gal, some jealous kids say she's a sight: If you come to the ball at Hibernia Hall, you'll see her on Saturday night. 
Refrain. Winnie, Winnie, what have you got agin me? Don't I treat you finer than all other boys around? Winnie, Winnie, don't make me feel like a "Ninnie," Marry me, Win, and I'll save all my "tin," and a cottage we'll buy up town. 
There is a lad named O'Reilly, at Winnie he's been making eyes, But he is a regular "knocker," a boy what da push all despise; He takes her to picnics at Coney's Isle, and he's trying to win her from me. But you bet your sweet life I'll queer dal boy's game and marry my Winnie you see? Winnie, Winnie, what have you got agin me, etc.