American Old Time Song Lyrics: 30 The Sheeney Man
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 30
THE SHEENEY MAN.
Sung by J. C. Rich.
I only come to America about one year ago,
It really is the truth, upon my word;
I am sure to make my fortune with the lovely goods I show,
So if you vant to buy some have a look.
When first I come to England I hadn't got a dollar.
And, upon my vord, I had to work without a paper-collar,
And that's the reason all the day I am sure to holler,
Vou't you patronize the Sheeney man?
Chorus.
Von't you buy my washleathers,
And my slippers and my sponge,
For they call me Ikey Moses;
And my goods they are the best,
Then von't you patronize the Sheeney man?
Perhaps you von't pelieve me, once I didn't have a cent,
It really is the truth, upon my vord;
Veil, the poys they call me ooftish, you all know what it means,
If you vant to puy some have a look.
I've a small establishment around the corner in a cellar.
And l've got a leetle vife whose yiddish, her name is Bella;
I am making lots of monish, brown, white and yellow,
Von't you patronize the Sheeney man?-Chorus.
Now, my friends, I must avay, I can no longer stay,
It really is the truth, upon my vord;
Veil, perhaps, I make a fortune if I call some other day,
If you vant to puy some have a look.
The articles I sell to you to make a little ooftish.
Perhaps you think my manners are getting rather roaghtish,
Von't you puy a sponge or a pair of eufftish,
Von't you patronize the Sheeney man?-Chorus.