I feel blue, all through you,
And you ought to feel so too;
When you’re cross, it’s your lose,
You just cannot be my boss.
Though I love you, that you know,
Say you’re sorry or else I’ll go.
If I do, bad for you,
You’ll go lonely all life through.
You’ll be sorry just too late,
When my love has turned to hate.
Then you’ miss my kiss each day,
And a little girl at play;
Say you’re sorry, cross your heart,
Then I’ll give you one more start,
If you are, don’t hesitate,
You’ll be sorry just too late.
Don’t forget, you’ll regret,
Soon my heart will be to let,
You may bide, by it’s side,
But t’will be well occupied.
Say you’re sorry, then I’ll know,
That you don’t want me to go.
Don’t refuse, you may loose,
I have lots of beaus to choose.
Gaston, Billy, "You'll Be Sorry Just Too Late" (1907). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1751.
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