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Al Duvall - Madame Bowery Lyrics

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 pain 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