I'm a young girl, and have just come over,

Over from the country where they do things big,

And amongst the boys I've got a lover,

And since I've got a lover, why I don't care a fig.
:The boy I love is up in the gallery,
:The boy I love is looking now at me,
:There he is, can't you see, waving his handkerchief,
:As merry as a robin that sings on a tree.
The boy that I love, they call him a cobbler,

But he's not a cobbler, allow me to state.

For Johnny is a tradesman and he works in the Boro'〔The Boro' or Borough (not borough) is presumably Borough Market in Southwark.〕

Where they sole and heel them, whilst you wait.
:The boy I love is up in the gallery,
:The boy I love is looking now at me,
:There he is, can't you see, waving his handkerchief,
:As merry as a robin that sings on a tree.
Now, If I were a Duchess and had a lot of money,

I'd give it to the boy that's going to marry me.

But I haven't got a penny, so we'll live on love and kisses,

And be just as happy as the birds on the tree.
:The boy I love is up in the gallery,
:The boy I love is looking now at me,
:There he is, can't you see, waving his handkerchief,
:As merry as a robin that sings on a tree.