Pull The Bell, O'reilly - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
PULL THE BELL, O'REILLY. Copyright, 1893, by Leavy & Herrmann. Words by Dave Mullen. Music by Robert A. Mullen. 
I took a job as conductor upon a cross-town line, Where the wages they were very poor and the chance to skin was fine. One night while at the ferry I got a crowd aboard; I started 'round to get the fare as happy as a lord. There were twenty-three aboard the car, I thought it would be mean If I couldn't make some money, so I only rang eighteen; I stood upon the platform, feeling kind of stout: Two fellows who sat near the door then started for to shout: 
Chorus. Ding the bell, O'Reilly, we're on to you there; Pull the bell, O'Reilly, and ring up the fare; I'll ride right to the office and I'll report you there; Come now, O'Reilly, and ring up that fare. 
To a fancy ball I took my girl, there was a jolly crowd. And the dancers 'round the room would twirl with dresses short and loud. I took my lady to a seat and looked on at the sport, And watched a little nigger gal And a big fat clown cavort. There was Uncle Sam and Liberty and a bummer with a can. And the dudes with little school-girls and a pig-tail Chinaman. The time it passed on merrily, we could no longer stay, We thought we'd have another dance, when the band commenced to play:- Cho. 
Last New Year's day I made a call upon some friends of mine; I wished them a happy New Year, and we had some cake and wine; I kept on drinking liquor till my head commenced to spin; I said Gladstone was a fakir and Parnell was a skin. Now what I said had riled my friends-they threw me to the floor. They kicked me all around the place and put me out the door, And when I reached my home that night my head was all swelled out: I could not get my key in right and a gang commenced to shout:- Chorus.