My Gal's A High-born Lady - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MY GAL'S A HIGH-BORN LADY. Parody-By Frank K. Forrest 
There was to he a gathering dis evenin', A regular jubilee and swell affair, I was to marry a little lady ob de highest estimation, But she's done gone an' left me for fair; All de bright lights from Thompson street was to be thar, An' bring along de presents for de bride; As there wasn't any wedding, now de salty tears I'se shedding, I tells this now my troubles for to hide. 
Chorus. My gal's a high born lady, born high, oh, well now, maybe, Born on de roof where de birds fly free, nearer to heaven den she'll ever be: She's gone, my heart grows sadder, come high, but had to have her, Should you see this girl so free, just drop a line to me. 
Tole de preacher man a how dat gal did jilt me, He says I spose it's good dat she's gone: Den I ask a him fo' my money dat I paid him in advance, air, He gave me de laugh and says go on; Don't let er nothing like that a skeer you, I'll keep de money till yer gets another coon, And when yer's done gone found her, Just tie a rope around her, So she won't get away And leave yer soon- Chorus.