My Old Dutch

I've got a pal, a regular out an' outer.
 She's a dear old gal, an' I'll tell you all about 'er;
 It's many years since fust we met,
 Her hair was then as black as jet.
 It's whiter now, but she don't fret
 Not my old gal.
 We've been together now for forty years
 And it don't seem a day too much.
 Cause there ain't a lady living in the land
 As I'd swap for me dear old Dutch.
 No, there ain't a lady living in the land
 And I'd swap for my dear old Dutch.
 I called her Sall a propper name is
 We've been together now for forty years
 And it don't seem a day too much.
 Cause there ain't a lady living in the land
 As I'd swap for me dear old Dutch.
 No, there ain't a lady living in the land
 And I'd swap for my dear old Dutch.