The Belle Of Avenue B - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE BELLE OF AVENUE B. Tune- "Belle of Tennessee." 
Oh, boys, do now have pity and listen unto me, I tells you of a gal I loved that lived in Avenue B: Her hair it was so very red, and her name it was Rose, And she had a carbuncle on the other side of her nose. 
Chorus. Rosa, dearest Rosa, my heart still beats for thee. The only gal I ever loved, the belle of Avenue B. 
When I went up In Avenue B, it grieved my heart full sore, I see my own dear Roma there a crying at the door; But I sat down And began to laugh as Rosa said to me: ' big dirty Jake, what troubles you make with me in Avenue B. -Chorus. 
My Rosa she don't wear no hoops like other pals around, B it she wears a big, long dress that sweeps upon the ground; And when she goes across the street she'll raise it to let you see A bigger foot than any other gal that lives in Avenue B.- Chorus. 
Now I'm sad and dejected, for my Rosa is gone away On a trip to Blackwell s Island, the Summer months to stay; But she sent me a letter-she wishes she was here. Where she could eat the sauerkraut and drink the lager bier.- Chorus. 
But Rosa's coming back again in two weeks more, you know, Tue last time I was up there, 'twas then she told me so; And when she does come home again, we'll go in the Dutchman's shop, And we'll eat bologna sausages and drink the brandy snop.-Chorus. 
Now Rosa she is mine again, now happy I do be, I gets up in the mornings then before when I can see; And first I gets my breakfast, then I takes my hooks and bags, And I travels around the streets and picks up bones and rags.-Chorus.