Lyrics My Gal Sal - Chick Bullock & His Levee Loungers

They called her frivolous Sal
A peculiar sort of a gal
With a heart that was mellow
An all 'round good fellow
Was my old pal
Your troubles, sorrow and cares
She was always willing to share
A wild sort of devil
But dead on the level
Was my gal Sal
Everything is over
And im feeling bad
I lost the best pal
That I ever had
Tis but a 'fornight'
Since she was here
Oh, it seems to me like 'nion-twenty-years'
Oh how I miss her
My old pal
Oh how I kiss her
My gal Sal
I is not so handsome, but eyes dont you know
That shone just as bright
As they did years ago