Mcnally's Row Of Flats - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
McNALLY'S ROW OF FLATS. As sung in Ed. Harrigan's Comedy "McSorley's Inflation" 
Down in Bottle Alley Lived Timothy McNally, A wealthy politician, And a gentlemen at that; Admired by the ladies, The gossoons and the babies, Who occupy the building Called McNally's row of flats. 
Chorus. Ireland and Italy, Jerusalem and Germany, Chinamen and nagurs, And a paradise for cats; Jumbled up together In snow or rainy weather, They represent the tenants In McNally's row of flats. 
The great conglomeration Of men from every nation, The Tower of Babylonian Couldn't equal that Peculiar institution, Where brogues without dilution Were rattled off together In McNally's row of flats.-Chorus. 
Bags of rags and papers, Tramps and other slapers, Italian lazzaronies, With lots of other rats, Laying on the benches, And dying there by inches From the open ventilation In McNally's row of flats.-Chorus. 
It never was expected The rents would be collected; They levied on the furniture, The bedding and the slats; It's then you'd see the rally, As they'd battle down the alley, Fired from the building, Called McNally's row of flats.-Chorus.