How-dy - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
HOW-DY? Copyright, 1893, by Victor S. Dodworth. Words by Frank D. Pease. Music by Chas. E. Lepaige. 
It is the proper caper for the dudelets nowadays, To say, How-dy?-ah! how-dy? It is a word that can be used in many different ways, How-dy? how-dy?-ah! how-dy? Now, for instance, when you see a dude with eyeglass in his eye, With a massive cane, and pants turned up, he saunters slowly by, It's because, you know, he's English, or he thinks he is, that's why He says, How-dy?-ah! how-dy? 
The sporty boys that stand around the corner of the street All say, How-dy?-ah! how-dy? Whene'er they see a lady friend they raise their hats to greet. Her with How-dy?-ah! how-dy? When a young man stays out late at night and goes upon a spree, At the club he drinks champagne or beer till he can scarcely see, Then he rolls home in the morning to his wife at half-past three And says, How-dy? hic! how-ay? 
The girls, too, nowadays are "fly," and when they're on the street All say, How-dy?-ah! how-dy? And when they're on the mash they always wink their eye so sweet And say, How-dy?-ah! how-dy? You will follow them and ask them if they'll take a little stroll; They will simper, "Oh! "but all the same they'll work you for your roll; And when they have got you busted they will leave you in a hole, Then say, How-dy?-ah! how-dy? 
A jay came from the country once, the city life to see, And 'twas How-dy?-ah! how-dy? And all the funny sights he saw they filled his heart with glee, For 'twas How-ayf-ah! how-dy? A bunco-steerer ran across old hayseed one fine day, He got his watch and money in the old familiar way; And now Mr. Jay is cautious when he hears a fellow say, Hayseed, How-dy?-ah! how-dy? 
The politicians nowadays will greet you with a smile, And say, How-dy?-ah! how-dy? It's just before election, they can use you for a while, To say, How-dy?-ah! how-dy? They will ask you in to have a drink, also a good cigar, They will talk you deaf and dumb and blind while standing at the bar; But when the election's over, why, they don't know who you are, That's a How-dy?-fine how-ay. 
The silver question agitates just now the public mind, And it's How-dy?-great how-dy: What money it is best to use 'tis hard for them to find, What a How-dy-queer how-dy. Now if times don't change ere long, I fear we'll have a panic, sure; And if silver we must have, why, we must have the simon pure, So 'twixt silver, gold and greenbacks, and a panic, 'tis a cure And a How-dy- bad, how-dy. 
I trust you will excuse me if I don't sing any more, But say, How-dy?-ah! how-dy? I know you like what I have sung or else you'd not encore And say, How-dy?-ah! how-dy? There is nothing else to sing about, I've told you all I know, It is the same old "chestnut," for my mother told me so; But there's one thing I am going to say to you before you go,