Marie Lloyd |
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'1
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.
Written by George Ware for music hall star, Miss Nelly Power, in 1895, "The Boy I Love Is Up in the Gallery" was made famous by the celrbated Marie Lloyd. What makes this song stand out from others of the period is that it places the singer in the actual setting of the theatre.
The singer appears to be delivering these words of love directly to a member of the audience. This technique proved to be wildly popular with the young men who would frequent Nineteenth Century Music Halls.
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