The Boy I Love Is Up in the Gallery (ost Peaky Blinders)
I'm just a young girl, I have just come over, Over from the country where they do things big, And amongst the boys I've got myself a lover, And since I have a lover, I don't care a fig.
The boy I love is up in the gallery, The boy I love is looking at me, Can't you see him standing there, waving his handkerchief, As merry as a robin that sings on a tree.