As I was lumbering down de street. O down de street, Dat pretty color'd gal I chanc'd to meet, O, she was fair to view. CHORUS. Den Bowery gals will come out to night, Will you come out to night, Will you come out to night, O de Bowery gals will you come out to night, And dance by de light ob de moon. Den we stopped awhile and had some talk, O we had some talk, O we had some talk, And her heel cover'd up the whole side walk As she stood right by mẹ. Den de Bowery gals, &c I'd like to kiss dem lubly lips, Dem lubly lips, Dem lubly lips, I think dat I could loose my wits, Den de Bowery gals, &c. I ax'd her would she go to a dance, Would she go to a dance, I thought dat I might have a chance Den de Bowery gals, &c I, danc'd all night and my heel kept a rocking, O my heel kept a rocking, O my heel kept a rocking, And I balance to de gal wid a hole in her stocking, She was prettiest gal in de room. I am bound to make dat gal my wife, Q, I should be happy all my life, If I had her along wid me, THE MAN OF DISARNING. AIR.-Rosin the Beau. He must be a man of disarning, Och, surely, I'll very soon show. If a man meets a lass to his liking, Ye tache her the science of loving, My larning I've purty well shown ye, In troth though I'm bothered through life; Broad hints, my dear girls, I have thrown ye, For sorely I'm wanting a wife. Is there any lass wanting a Beau, I'll tache her the art of lovemaking, Och, try me and I'll be Beau. DIAVOLO. your ON yonder rock reclining, That fierce and swarthy form behold; Fast his hands his carbine hold'Tis his best friend of old! This way his steps inclining, His scarlet plume waves o'er his brow, And his velvet cloak hangs low, Playing in graceful flow! Tremble! E'en while the storm is beating, Afar hear echo repeating, Diavolo! Diavolo! Diavolo ! Altho' his foes waylaying, He fights with rage and hate combin'd; Towards the gentle fair they find The maid to heedless straying. (For one, we Pietro's daughter know,) Home returns full sad and slow, What can have made her so? Tremble! Each one the maiden meet. ing, Is sure to be repeating, Diavolo! Diavolo! Diavolo! Perchance all are mistaken, Dear maid in what they tell to you, He may have stolen too. As many a guiltless swain may know; Tremble! For in this sighing lover Each eye may surely discover, Diavolo! Diavolo! Diavolo ! |