CANDIDATE FOR ALDERMAN.
I am a true-born Irishman,
And I'll ne'er deny that same,
I took a notion to cross the ocean,
To America I came.
When I landed here,
It was in the year of 1862,
I was willing to right, both day and night,
For the Red, White and Blue.
I am your candidate for Alderman,
So believe me what I say:
Put on your coats, cast in your votes,
For me on election day.
When I started first in politics,
My friends they were but few;
I can't forget, every one I met. said,
That I was too "brand new."
I worked the pipes on the Boulevard,
Along with Mickey Hart;
He was foreman of the old Sixth Ward,
And the owner of a big ash cart.-Chorus.
So now, my friends, I must be off,
I can no longer stay;
I hope you won't forget to vote
For me on electiou day;
And if I am the lucky man,
On me you may depend,
If you want to borrow, I won't be sorry,
For I am the poor man's friend.-Chorus.