American Old Time Song Lyrics: 25 One Hundred And Eighty Ninth Street

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 25

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One Hundred and Eighty-ninth Street.
Written by John Carroll. Sung by Carroll & Walters.

You heard the song of the boulevard,
To go there you must have a card,
And where the poor men work so hard
From morning until evening.
I once for a man did vote,
He gave me a bit of a note,
By himself it was surely wrote,
For to get me a situation.

To use shovels and picks
On stones and bricks,
And clubs and sticks,
And all such tricks,
They are good for nix,
And I'm heartily sick of political situations.

At night I would lay me down to sleep,
The Yankee bugs around me creep,
And divel a wink they'd let me sleep
Until day-light in the morning.
Next day when I arose
I jumped into my clothes,
And where do you think I goes,
But up to One Hundred and Eighty-ninth street.-Chorus.

In eighteen hundred and forty-five,
When Dan O'Connell was alive,
At such a job I'd never drive,
To keep myself from starving.
But although I'm old and poor,
There is one thing I'm sure,
I don't want any sinecure
Up in One Hundred and Eighty-ninth street.-Chorus.
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