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When the boots are on the last, Dolly Gray,
And I have to mend them fast, Dolly Gray,
For I'm working overtime
Where you see the big boot sign,
And I must be there in time, Dolly Gray;
I've a pair to heel and sole, Dolly Gray,
Or they'll scratch me off the roll, Dolly Gray,
In Tank Lane a girl I know
For three weeks can't see her beau,
Not a slipper to her toe, Dolly Gray.
Goodbye, Dolly, I must leave you,
Though it fills my ears with snow;
I can't wait today to tease you,
To the workshop I must go.
Hush! I hear the foreman calling,
For I can't make no delay;
Hark! I hear the cats a bawling,
Goodbye, Dolly Gray.
Oh, we had flipper stew, Dolly Gray,
And I kept a bit for you, Dolly Gray,
For I know now by your smile,
You were always fond of swoil,
With a drop of olive oil, Dolly Gray;
For the odour is immense, Dolly Gray,
When your wash is on the fence, Dolly Gray,
And the swoil perfume is sweet
When I meet you on the street,
That I hasten on my feet, Dolly Gray.
You were at the Easter Ball, Dolly Gray,
That was in the Irish Hall, Dolly Gray;
And I now remember well
They all said you were the belle,
You were such a heavy swell, Dolly Gray;
For they say you went on tick, Dolly Gray,
And your milliner did stick, Dolly Gray,
For the dunners next day tore
All the bell strings from the door,
For the very dress you wore, Dolly Gray.
Goodbye, Dolly, I must leave you,
Though it fills my ears with snow;
I can't wait today to tease you,
To the workshop I must go.
Hush! I hear the foreman calling,
For I can't make no delay,
Hark! I hear the cats a bawling,
Goodbye, Dolly Gray.
I have come to say goodbye, Dolly Gray,
It's no use to ask me why, Dolly Gray,
There's a murmur in the air, you can hear it everywhere,
It is time to do and dare, Dolly Gray;
So if you hear the slap of feet, Dolly Gray,
Sounding through the village street, Dolly Gray,
'Tis the tramp of soldiers true in their uniforms of blue,
I must say goodbye to you, Dolly Gray.
Goodbye, Dolly, I must leave you, though it breaks my heart to go,
Something tells me I am needed at the front to fight the foe;
See the boys in blue are marching, and I can no longer stay,
Hark! I hear the bugle calling, goodbye, Dolly Gray.
Hear the rolling of the drums, Dolly Gray,
Back from war the regiment comes, Dolly Gray,
On your lovely face so fair, I can see a look of fear,
For your soldier boy's not there, Dolly Gray;
For the one you love so well, Dolly Gray,
In the midst of battle fell, Dolly Gray,
With his face toward the foe, as he died he murmured low,
"I must say goodbye and go, Dolly Gray."
Goodbye, Dolly, I must leave you, though it breaks my heart to go,
Something tells me I am needed at the front to fight the foe;
See the boys in blue are marching, and I can no longer stay,
Hark! I hear the bugle calling, goodbye, Dolly Gray.