Classic Poem

1

Liza in the summer time, Liza in the fall,
If I can't be Liza all the time, I won't be Liza 't all.

Chorus:
Po' li'l' Liza, po' gal, po' li'l' Liza Jane,
Po' li'l' Liza, po' li'l' gal, she died on the train,
She died on the train, she died on the train.

2

When I go up in the mountings and give my horn a blow,
I think I hear my true love say, " Yonder comes my beau. "
Chorus:
Po' li'l' Liza, etc.

3

I wish I had my needle and thread fine as I can sew,
I'd sew my true love to my side and down the road we'd go.
Chorus:
Po' li'l' Liza, etc.

4

Her face was of a ruddy hue, her hair a chestnut brown.
Her eyes were like a thunder cloud before the rain comes down.
Chorus:
Po' li'l' Liza, etc.