My Old Dutch

I’ve got a pal, a regular out an' outer
She’s a dear old gal, an' I’ll tell you all about 'er;
It’s forty years since fust we met
Her hair was then as black as jet
It’s whiter now, but she don’t fret
Not my old gal
We’ve been together now for forty years
An' it don’t seem a day too much
There ain’t a lady living in the land
As I’d swap for me dear old Dutch
No, there ain’t a lady living in the land
As I’d swap for me dear old Dutch