Isaac Cohen's Home - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
ISAAC COHEN'S HOME. Tune-"Maggie Murphy's Home." Written by Isidore Hyatt. Sung by Joe Lynn. 
Beside a little clothing store, in a single tenement, I live with my wife Rachael and sometimes pay the rent; A bedstead and ¯ table, that is what we own. And you're invited every evening at Isaac Cohen's home. 
Chorus. On Saturday night I stand outside and try to pull customers in, As they pass by, you hear them cry, oh, Cohen you're a big skin; Your brother made a million dollars, you are trying it, too, But he always treated his customers right, and he didn't skin like you. 
My daughter works in Ridley's, she's a nice young lady, they say, But all I know, she wants fine clothes, and never gives me pay; She's got a young man they call Cohen, and Cohen is her name, too. And you're invited every evening by Isaac Cohen, the Jew.-Chorus. 
Every night they take a flight, away from the house they go, They got a bunk where they get drunk-where that is, I don't know; They come home twelve o'clock at night, and start to kick at the door. But when I get up to open it, with me they begin to roar:-Chorus. 
But now I'm glad my daughter's wed, how happy I will be That do one will come home at night, from my sleep trouble me; But now my daughter went away, and left us all alone, And you're invited every evening at Isaac Cohen's home.-Chorus.