A Dollar And Sixty A Day - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
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.