Old Boss Barry - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
OLD BOSS BARRY. Copyright, 1888. by Wm. A. Pond & Co. Words by Ed. Harrigan. Music by Dave Braham. 
There's a quiet little room at the back of a saloon, That stands on the top of Cherry Hill, Where the men from tenements hold lengthy arguments On everything besides the liquor bill. The owner of the place has a Connamara face, A leader do you hear me? through and through; When he comes in the door we all bow to the floor, With, old Boss Barry, how d'ye do? 
Chorus. Then it's old Boss Barry, how d'ye do? Is there anything that we can do for you? Come, tell us of your plan. We're with you to a man, For old Boss Barry, hip hur'roo! 
He's a dude in the ward, and he's perfectly adored By those to the front and in the rear; And to his constituents he speaks with eloquence So flowingly besides a keg of beer. For the county and the state he's the maker of the slate, A leader, do you-near me? through and through; Sure the rank and the tile they greet him all the while With, old Boss Barry, how d'ye do?-Chorus. 
Then his men all fall in line, 'round about election time, Yes, all from the top of Cherry Hill; Sure it's him could colonize, and really paralyze The party that would vote against his will. No office would he take, only let him take a rake Of boodle, do you hear me? through and through; Sure he's in, never out, that's why the people shout With, old Boss Barry, how d'ye do?-Chorus.