American Old Time Song Lyrics: 07 A Dollar And Sixty A Day

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 7

A DOLLAR AND SIXTY A DAY.

Good evening to yez, one and all,
Youre looking well I see,
I took a trip in a great big ship,
Across the raging sea.
I've been out of work a mouth or more,
And you know that it's mighty hard.
But uow I've got a job to do,
Beyant on the Boulevard.

Chorus.
Phit-ni a da-dy, phit-ni a da-dy,
Tra-la-la de-a,
To work upon the Boulevard
For a dollar and sixty a day.
Phit-ni a da-dy, phit-ni a da-dy,
Tra-la-la de-a,
To work upon the Boulevard
For a dollar and sixty a day.

Arrah! here I am, an Irishman,
And of work I am not afraid,
While Dan does carry the pick, my boys,
And I do carry the spade.
For uncle Dan is an Alderman,
And he carries all the Ward,
'Twas him who gave us tickets all
For to work on the Boulevard.-Chorus.

Now fare yez well one and all,
And it's time I was away,
For if I keep a singing here for you.
Sure I'll lose a half a day.
I'm going down to the City Hall,
For to try to get a card,
And put me uncle's brother to work,
Beyant on the Boulevard,-Chorus.
THE BANKS O'DOON.

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair:
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary, fu' o' care;
Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons through the flowering thorn,
Thou minds me o' departed joys,
Departed-never to return.

Oft hae I rov'd bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o' its luve,
And fondly, sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree;
And my fause lover stole my rose.
But ah t he left the thorn wi' me.