Edith O'hara - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
EDITH O'HARA. Copyright, 1896. by The Zeno Mauvais Music Co. Written and Composed by Jas. H. Marshall And Walter Wolff. 
Oh! it used to be down on the Bowery, Where the boys And the girls went to walk. That I first met Miss Edith O'Hara, She was known as the belle of New York; Her father is Street Superintendent, And has all the stylish ways; He will kick if she walks on the Bowery, But will smile when she walks on Broadway. 
Chorus. Broadway, Broadway, Broadway, Broadway, Edith and I would stroll; We longed to be around Canal, But Edith's old man would scold. Broadway, Broadway, Broadway, Broadway, A pretty good place, I swear-Give to me the Bowery, With Edith O'Hara there. 
Oh! of course, when we meet it is slyly, For O'Hara is from the green Isle; Sure if anything happened to Edith, I think the old man would go wild; But Edith O'Hara, I love her, And never her feelings hurt, And some day she'll have lots of the boodle. Left by papa, the solid old Turk.- Chorus. 
We had made up our minds to get married, So I called on the old gent this eve. And I asked for the hand of his daughter, For him we don't want to deceive; He list to our pleadings so nicely, Then, turning to me, did say"You can marry my dear daughter Edith, But you always must walk on Broadway." - Chorus.