Yonder comes a pretty little girl, I’ll tell you how I know
Her head is full of purtty little curls, all hanging down so low

I’m going to Italy afore long to see that gal of mine
Finger ring, finger ring, shines like glittering gold

I’m going down to see my true love before she gets too old
I’m going to Italy afore long to see that gal of mine

I asked that girl to marry me, what do you you reckon she said?
She said she wouldn’t marry me if all the rest was dead

I’m going to Italy afore long to see that gal of mine
I asked that girl to marry me me, and I don’t give a durn

I’ll do my best to treat her right and them two kids of her’n
I’m going to Italy afore long to see that gal of mine

I’s scared we’s all going to freeze to death enduring that last cold spell
Had nothing but a load of green pinecones that wouldn’t burn in hell

I’m going to Italy afore long to see that gal of mine
If ever I’m away from home, and late a-coming in

I’ll kiver up that bed of coals and pull that latch string in
I’m going to Italy afore long to see that gal of mine

There’s nothing I’d ever do to trouble her mind
We’re never gonna have a row bout who’s gonna sleep behind

I’m going to Italy afore long to see that gal of mine