The Old Bowery Pit - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE OLD BOWERY PIT. Words by Ed. Harrigan. Music by Dave Braham. As sung by Harrigan & Hart in "Mordecai Lyons." 
Oh, I'm an old-timer, I date away back, I've hollered and shouted, I'm fit To get a front seat and my peanuts to eat, When a boy in the Old Bow'ry pit. 
Chorus. In the old palmy days we had red-hot plays, Along with my daddy I'd sit, We'd laugh and we'd gag, and shout "H'ist up the rag!" When a boy in the Old Bowery pit. 
Now Cook played a sailor one Saturday night, He shiver'd his timbers of oak; You talk about blood, it was thicker than mud. Oh, you could not see action for smoke.-Chorus. 
We had our favorites, and we stood by them, too; No failure, we'd make them a hit; Tis then we'd all screech, "Say, come give us a speech, To the boys in the Old Bow'ry pit." - Chorus. 
There's no use of grieving, the stage has gone wrong Since the old-timers passed out and quit; Oh, then we'd have "Hamlet," "Ben Bolt," with a song, Would the boys in the Old Bow'ry pit.-Chorus. 
Oh, I have seen Forrest, Macready and Keen, The bosses, now don't you forgit; When they'd walk on the stage, we would stand up and scream. Would the boys in the Old Bow'ry pit.-Chorus. 
Oh. most all the good ones lay under the clay, Farewell to their talent and wit; The old stock's played out, oh, it don't live to-day, No more does the Old Bow'ry pit.-Chorus.