Come Down, Mrs Flynn - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
COME DOWN, MRS. FLYNN. Copyright, 1890, by Frank Harding. Words and Music by J. W. Kelley. Sung by Maggie Cline. 
There's a boarding-house next door to mine not of the highest grade, Where no one but a gentleman would stay; And Mrs. Flynn keeps them in line, she has them all afraid, And not a saucy word they have to say; Sometimes there will be one come home with his skates on; He falls six times before he finds the door; He has lost his key as well, and has to pull the bell, . Then sings a song he often sung before: 
Chorus. Come down, Mrs. Flynn, are you going to let me In? I'll rouse up every neighbor in the block; For it's raining, don't you see; so throw me down the key, And I'll promise to be home at ten o'clock. 
Last Tuesday night the servant-girl to a party had to go, A friend of her's got married to a man; She said she would be home again at ten o'clock or so; She didn't think they would send out the can; The party wasn't through till a quarter after two. And she came strolling home with Paddy Joyce; The door was locked, of course, and she a little hoarse. So she sang out in a robust tenor voice: -Chorus. 
When Saturday comes 'round it brings a heap of trouble In, As each man steps up and pays his bill; To kick about the supper then they instantly begin, But Mrs. Flynn can easily keep them still; "I'll scold the man," says she, "that speaks of mine or me "; To get outside they think the proper thing; But. sure as you are horn, at three on Sunday morn The crowd gets home together and they sing:-Chorus.