The Boulevard - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE BOULEVARD. Copyright, 1875, by E. H. Harding. 
Good evening to you, one and all; you're looking well, I see; I took a trip in a great big ship across the raging sea; I've been out of work a month or more, and you know it's very hard; But now I've got a job to do beyant on the Boulevard. 
Chorus. Whist I ad-i-dy! Whist I ad-i-dy! times are very hard, But now I've got a job to do beyant on the Boulevard. 
So here I am, an Irishman, and to work I'm not afraid, While my son does carry the pick, my boys, and I do handle the spade, My Uncle Dan is an Alderman, and he holds a grip in the ward; 'Tis him that gives the tickets out to work on the Boulevard.-Chorus. 
So now farewell! I'm going away, I can no longer stay; For, if I sing any more for you, I'll lose a half-a-day; I'm going down to City-Hall to try and get a card To put my father's uncle to work beyant on the Boulevard.-Chorus.