Dennis Grady's Hack - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
DENNIS GRADY'S HACK Copyright. 1886, by Wm. A. Pond & Co. Words by Edward Harrigan. Music by Dave Braham. 
Last Sunday morning early, Tom Quin and Mary Haley, Pat Brennan and Pat Daley, Meself and my boy, Jack; Ould nobby Denny Grady, In livery coat and cady. He drove each gent and lady In his yellow painted hack. 
Chorus. It's whoa, my pony! 'Glang, Napolean! He is a pace the fastest on the track; It's whoa, my dandy! 'Glang, Napolean He'll beat two-forty Pulling Denny Grady's hack. 
Oh! when we crossed the ferry, All feeling very merry From drinking port and sherry, The title was rather slack; Like playful little children, The sea-gulls, by the million, They flew round in cotillion As we sat in Grady's hack.-Chorus. 
We reached our destination, The horse in prespiration, He took a long vacation 'Way out in Hackensack; While we did gather flowers, Unmindful of the hours, Until the falling showers, Oh! they drove us in the hack.-Chorus. 
The road was dark and dreary, And we were worn and weary, A little over leery When we were driving back; 'Twas there we struck a bowlder, The horse fell on his shoulder. The wheel came off and rolled us Out of Denny Grady's back.-Chorus. 
Such swearing and such talking, High kicking and fast walking, A cursing old Weehawken Along the railroad track; Tongue-lashing Denny Grady, His livery coat and cady. All wisbing him in hades Wid his yellow-painted hack.-Chorus.