Oh, Girlie, Why?

Oh Girlie, why d'ya wink your eye?

Oh, why d’ya ever bother?

I may look spry, but I’m near for-tie,

An’ couldn’ I be yer father.

You’re a comely lass with a fetchin’ ass,

An’ I bet’cher quite uncommon,

But’ya make yer pass like sassafrass;

I’m an old-malt man. Where’s yer maman?