Chimmie Fadden Of De Bow'ry - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Chimmie Fadden of de Bow'ry. Copyright, 1896, by The S. Brainard's Sons Co. Words and Music by Kate Vanderpoel. 
I s'pose vase all have heard of me, I tuk de loidy's side; I tumped de dude wot winked at her, until he nearly died; Fer de way in which I trim him, I drew a prize, you see, Fer now I am de futman in de loidy's family. 
Refrain. Chimmie Fadden, don't put on style, dat's wot me Bow'ry frens say; I'm out for wot's In it, jes' up to de limit, an' tings are now comin' me way. Chimmie Fadden, don't put on style, dat's wot me Bow'ry Trent say: Ye're givin me "Goff," so jes' chase yerself off, fer tings are now comin'me way. 
De mugs dey all keep stringin' me wen on de box I ride; O, bully see! it is a sight wid de coachman by me side: De loidy said dere was an air dat went 'long wid de chothes, But wen I has de style on, it turns me frens to foes.- Refrain. 
Some folks wen dey gits 'way up high, dey goes an' lose der head, But wen I comes to be dat guy, I hopes ter drop down dead; If I was ter be de coachman, de butler, or de chef, I'll tink meself right, people, see! Chimmie Fadden don't git left.-Ref.