The Alderman of the Ward.
I'm the alderman of the Ward,
The Honorable Michael Dunn;
With a new plug hat and a green cravat,
I'm a full-blooded Irishman.
I used to shovel and dig
With a gang on the Boulevard;
But I'm down on the slate for a candidate,
For alderman of the Ward.
With a ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
I've quit the Boulevard;
With a shovel and a pick no more for Mick,
I'm the alderman of the Ward.
There's my daughter, Mary Ann,
I've rigged her out so fine,
Wid diamonds and rings, and ribbons and things,
And an elegant bustle behind.
Oh, you ought to see her swell
Wid the "quality " on the street,
With a gown of green, like an Irish queen,
So elegant and complete.-Chorus.
If you call at my brown-stone front,
I'll be glad to see you a while;
Of whiskey and stuff I'll give you enough,
In regular alderman style.
The number and name are on the door,
'Tis painted in elegant green;
Don't bother to knock, but up with a rock
And heave through the window-pane.-Chorus.