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Madame Bowery

from Coroner & Knives by Al Duvall

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You must remember Madame Bowery a sweet old gal but none too flowery She kept her boys out in the street with buttermilk and tripe to eat They filled the air with guttersong “Times are good when the butts are long” And cowered beneath when it was showery the iron skirts of Madame Bowery, Elizabeth Mott and Hester Broome would not allow them any room They’d wake them up with kicks and slaps and send them off with rags and scraps The boys would patch up one another and take their beggings home to mother And suckle at the warped and soury mahogany breast of Madame Bowery, The city changed and grew without her her neighbors soon forgot about her The lights went out along the row ‘til care and worry laid her low Old Father Gotham felt such pity he laid her gravestone in his city And shared with us her meager dowry the hopeless sons of Madame Bowery.

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from Coroner & Knives, released March 20, 2005

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