"Rose Of Erin" lyrics

Now way down in a working town
Where the boys you might find
Some happy and some sad
And some drunk all around

The breeze is blowin' em up home
The door is shakin' in the wind
And that's when the boys will sing
The rose of Erin

Well, she waited for the new railroad
Rolling right to get into town
You could see she was ready for the show
When she came waltzing down

Who's that singing in the alley?
I stepping all across the floor
She became a new sensation
Everybody screamed for more

With teardrops on the bone
She drinks from the mountain stream
They say it was the nightingale
That gave her the voice to sing

Now she burned all the flowers at her door
Sent by gangsters and candidates
How many thought she was living with the lord
Kept her picture like a saint

'Til one winter night in Chicago
In a cheap Caymon saloon
She blew a model hole in her love
And blasted away from the room

The door handle revolver
Was found lying in the snow
When she left one daughter
In a bag of Cali gold

She must have lost herself in New Orleans
And cleared the light of Japanese
Oh, the world is teeming down in old Hong Kong
And the drifters leaped across the China Sea

Let the breeze blowin' 'em up home
And the door's a shakin' in the wind
Now that's when the boys will sing
To the rose of Erin

When it's late at night
To the rose of Erin
When it's really late at night
To the rose of Erin