[Harry:]
Wife and I have had a quarrel,
She believes me far from moral,
Says I'm flirting with another,
And she's going home to mother!
[Winnie:]
Tho' she tries her heart to harden,
She'll be glad enough to pardon;
Say you're sorry you offended,
She will cry, and all is ended!
[Both:]
Make it up with your wife,
make it up,
Tho' apology may prove a bitter cup.
[Winnie:]
Say that ever since you parted
You've been simply broken-hearted.
[Harry:]
But I wasn't that exactly--
[Winnie:]
Make it up, make it up,
[Both:]
Make it up.
[Harry:]
I'm afraid of trouble later
With her uncle and her mater,
And the worthy friends who tell us
Anything to make us jealous!
[Winnie:]
She will cry and mope and doubt you
If she's left at home without you;
If you'd have her love you rightly,
Take her out to dinner nightly!
[Both:]
Make it up, so I will, make it up,
Take her with you/me to a restaurant to sup,
[Winnie:]
But she won't be quite in keeping
If her nose is red with weeping!
[Harry:]
Well, in that case she must simply...
[Winnie:]
Make it up, make it up,
[Both:]
Make it up.