My Gal Sue

by George Albert Leddy

As long as I live, I’ll never forget the night that I first met Sue.
I was roaming alone, down a dingy street, with not very much to do.
I strolled in a dive, where the lights were low, and mingled there with the crowd;
Where the liquor they drank was much too raw, and the music was much too loud.

The girls all talked with a sort of a twang, and laughed with a sort of a squeal;
And the perfume they wore from the ten-cent store, was a thing you could really feel;
And the paint that they used, or really abused, would look pretty good on a barn.
But they were nothing to me, and so you can see, why, I didn’t give a gol-darn.

Till at last there came in, to that cheap den-of-sin, a girl; like an angel she were.
And I saw how her face sure looked out of place, and I said, “This is no place for her.”
Then I noticed the emblem she wore on her cap, and I knew right away what to do.
She’s a Salvation Las, and she’s out of her class; that’s the first time that I met Sue.

Now, Sue, she goes out with her cap on her head, and passes the tambourine ‘round.
She always looks neat, and smiles very sweet; she knows everybody in town.
Now life is more cherry; she brings home the berries; no more do I ever feel blue.
You won’t lose if you bet, that I’ll never regret - the day that I married Sue.

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