The Boss Tramp - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE BOSS TRAMP. By Peter J. Rooney. 
Give me a corned beef sandwich, a horse-car run down my throat, Or give me a whiskey straight, or surely I will choke; Once I was married and miserable, and had a loving wife. And I thought no more of spending a cent, than I did of taking my life. 'Way over in the wilds of Jersey, where you'd sink in the mud to your knees, I had a cross-eyed daughter, and she was just the cheese; Mushes! why, she had them by the barrel, each owned a brown stone brick, But they were mostly Jersey farmers, and she said they made her sick. When along comes a Bowery actor, a regular free lunch tank, He said he was a song and dance man, and had lots of money in the bank; Well, it's the same old gag, on which many a one got tripped, He got her to pawn my Sunday clothes and then to the river skipped. Now the poor thing near turned a serio comic, for she had a terrible fail. And when I got out of jail that day, she up and she told me all; I took her to my aching heart, I smashed her in the smeller, Then I swept the floor with her and threw her in the cellar. Now you can all laugh and chew tobacco, and say whatever you like. But I'll tramp 'till I find that bum actor, if it takes until Saturday night.