My Gal Sal versuri

Versuri The Eton Boys – My Gal Sal lyrics

They called her Frivolous Sal,
A peculiar sort of a gal.
With a heart that was mellow,
An all-rounded fellow, was my old pal.

Your troubles, sorrows, and cares,
She was always willing to share
A wild sort of devil, but dead on the level,
Was my gal Sal.

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They called her Frivolous Sal,
A peculiar sort of a gal.
With a heart that was mellow,
An all-rounded fellow, was my old pal.

Your troubles, sorrows, and cares,
She was always willing to share
A wild sort of devil, but dead on the level,
Was my gal Sal.