| Everything is over and I’m feeling bad
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| I lost the best pal that I ever had
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| 'Tis but a fortnight since she was here
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| Seems like she’s gone tho', for twenty years
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| Oh, how I miss her, my old pal
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| Oh, how I’d kiss her, My Gal Sal
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| Face not so handsome, but eyes don’t you know
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| That shone just as bright as they did years ago.
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| They called her frivolous Sal
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| A peculiar sort of a gal
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| With a heart that was mellow
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| An all 'round good fellow, was my old pal
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| Your troubles, sorrow and care
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| She was always willing to share
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| A wild sort of devil, but dead on the level
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| Was My Gal Sal.
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| Brought her little dainties just afore she died
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| Promised she would meet me on the other side
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| Told her how I love her, she said, «I know Jim
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| Just do your best, leave the rest to Him.»
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| They called her frivolous Sal
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| A peculiar sort of a gal
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| With a heart that was mellow
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| An all 'round good fellow, was my old pal
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| Your troubles, sorrow and care
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| She was always willing to share
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| A wild sort of devil, but dead on the level
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| Was My Gal Sal.
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| Gently I pressed her to my breast
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| Soon she would take her last, long rest
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| She looked at me and murmured, «Pal.»
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| And softly I whispered «Goodbye, Sal.»
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| They called her frivolous Sal
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| A peculiar sort of a gal
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| With a heart that was mellow
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| An all 'round good fellow, was my old pal
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| Your troubles, sorrow and care
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| She was always willing to share
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| A wild sort of devil, but dead on the level
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| Was My Gal Sal. |