1. Oh! the night that I struck New York,
I went out for a quiet walk;
Folks who are 'on to' the city say,
Better by far that I took Broadway;
But I was out to enjoy the sights,
There was the Bow'ry ablaze with lights;
I had one of the devil's own nights!
I'll never go there anymore!
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The Bow'ry, the Bow'ry!
They say such things,
And they do strange things
On the Bow'ry! The Bow'ry!
I'll never go there anymore!
2. I had walk'd but a block or two,
When up came a fellow, and me he knew;
Then a policeman came walking by,
Chased him away, and I asked him why.
'Wasn't he pulling your leg?' said he.
Said I, 'He never laid hands on me!'
'Get off the Bow'ry, you Yap!' said he.
I'll never go there anymore!
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3. I went into a barbershop,
He talk'd til I thought that he'd never stop;
I: 'Cut it short.' He misunderstood.
Clipp'd down my hair just as close as he could.
He shaved with a razor that scratched like a pin,
Took off my whiskers and most of my chin;
That was the worst scrape I'd ever been in.
I'll never go there anymore!
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4. I struck a place that they called a 'dive,'
I was in luck to get out alive;
When the policeman heard of my woes,
Saw my black eye and my batter'd nose,
'You've been held up!' said the copper fly.
'No sir! But I've been knock'd down,' said I;
Then he laugh'd, tho' I couldn't see why!
I'll never go there anymore!
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