Lost Charley Ross - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
LOST CHARLEY ROSS. 
O, ladies and gentlemen, listen to me. And when you huve heard me, I'm sure you'll agree That I'm much abused, though 1 can't tell why, And to tell you my troubles I'm going to try: On the corner beyond there's a gang of young roughs. They insult decent people, and call themselves toughs. And ivery day at me their slang they at me do toss, And they say I resimble the lost Charley Ross. 
They always do give me their slang and abuse; They cry out, " Gilhooly, your collar is loose." At Mulligan's wake, sure, they filled me with snuff. And told me to go out and get meself stuffed. Sure, one of thim said, if I wanted a job, To go to the river and shovel off fog; But to understand thim, I'm greatly at loss. Whin they say, "Pipe him off, there goes young Charley Ross." 
Twas only last night, sure, they gave me a call To deliver a lecture at Hibernia Hall; I put oa a biled shirt and hastened there quick, But the blackguards did serve me the divil's own trick; Whin I whint in they put a big bag on my head. And rolled me around till I though I was dead; Then they threw me down stairs, with a terrible toss, And told the police they had found Charley Ross.