The Sheeney Man - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
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.