She's got such a way with 'er!

My lass was christened Florence, but folks all call 'er Liz;

It seems to suit 'er better, though I don't know how it is:

You couldn't call 'er stylish, and she mayn't be very fair,

But she's got such a way with 'er!

She's got the sort of lips that smile your moods away,

She's just the kind of laugh that makes a feller gay,

Her kiss is that infectious that yer neither know nor care,

Oh! she's got such a way with 'er!

She's not the one to talk a lot of lover yer see,

And if a feller wants to sulk why then she lets him be,

She'll happen poke the fire a bit an' leave 'is slippers there -

Oh! she's got such a way with 'er!