MULLIGAN'S DAUGHTER, NELL.
There's a man lives in this alley with me,
He's an Irishman from France,
He's got a dizzy daughter, yes,
That takes in every dance;
She bleaches her hair just once a week,
She is the reigning belle;
Oh. 9he ain't to blame, this dizzy dame,
She is Mulligan's daughter, Nell
She bangs her hair and her mother's besides.
And a blow from her fist would tell;
At night she will roar and rap on the door(Answer outside) Who's there?
Mulligan's daughter, Nell.
Oh, she's mashed on a fellow named Tommy Flynn,
He's one of the gang, you bet;
And he's in our alley most every night,
A whistling for his pet;
He whistles " Baby Mine" and "Nancy Lee,"
His name he couldn't spell;
While puffing his cheroot, the gay galoot,
He's waiting for Mulligan's Nell.-Chorus.
Oh. I wish she'd marry this fellow named Flynn,
The alley would be ours once more;
And we would not have him rapping then,
Or kicking the tenement door;
The landlord says, and the neighbors also,
They never saw a girl like Nell;
For at night she'll roar and rap on the door,
And she's always raising-Cain.-Chorus.