Glass Put In - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
GLASS PUT IN. 
Oh! my song is of a nice young man, Whose name was Johnny Glass; He was a glazier by trade, and the stamps he made As through back streets he'd pass. He started in life with putty and knife, And a big pane of glass to begin; He was fat as a hub And fond of his grub, And he hallooed out, "Glass put in!" 
He'd rise with the lark and, from daylight till dark, He'd trudge through wind and the rain; By the light of the lamps he would count his stamps, Next morning he'd be off again. 'Twas joy to his soul when he spied a hole. Or a window patched with tin, With his eyes rolled up he'd yelp like a pup: "Do you want any glass put in? " 
At length he fell deep in love, But the fault was not all his own; He got shot through the heart, with Cupid's dart, By a little Dutch girl half grown. With a huge, large paw she broke his jaw, When his keg was half-full of gin. As he rolled in the dirt, she cries, "Where is you hurt?" And his answer was, "Glass put in." 
Oh, he made her his frou, but I can't tell you how They passed a honeymoon; The pork was all hot boiling in the pot, As he toddled home that noon. Years rolled by, three children did cry-Two boys And a girl-what a sin! Oh, they christened the last Miss Put-in-Glass, And the boys they called: Glass-Put In.