THE OLD NEIGHBORHOOD.
Copyright, 1894, by The John Church Co.
Words by Edward Harrigan. Music by Dave Braham.
It's close to on alley, that leads to the rear
Of a shanty, so old and so worn;
Oh, down in the Fourth Ward, that I love so dear-
The place where the babies are born.
An old-fashioned lamp stands close to the door,
To light up the stoop, made of wood;
There mothers and dads, sweet lassies and lads,
All meet in the old neighborhood.
And they call it Cherrv Hill, my boys,
Where the girls are beautiful and good;
And I'm not too proud to mingle with the crowd,
Down town, in the old neighborhood.
There stands the Dutch groc'ry, just over the way,
With its awning, to keep off the rain;
It's there, on the coal-box, the neighbors, each day,
Talk politics over again,
Old horse-shoer. Hike, right out of his shop,
With brogue that we all understood,
Would tell you the name of the Gov'ner next full-
Wise man of the old neighborhood.- Chorus.
Oh there was a wedding next door to a wake,
With its carriages front of each door;
The coachman, O'Grady, he made a mistake,
That set the old street in a roar;
The couple that wed, they followed the dead;
The widow so mournfully Blood;
She shouted, "Come back, you're in the wrong hack,
Oh, shame on the old neighborhood."-Chorus.
It's there, in the sunshine, on each summer day,
All the wee, little children, so free,
Would gather to hear the. old organ-man play,
While mothers held babe on their knees.
Old grandmother. Doyle, would dance you a reel,
To the tune of "She would if she could:"
She'd cover the walk with her toe and her heel-
The pet of the old neighborhood.- Chorus.