Tom Dixon
Tom Dixon runs a cat-house way down on Harlow
Street, And if you are a lumber hog, it's friends there you'll
meet. The gals are not so pretty, but I guess they're not so
slow, And if you are a lumber hog they'll help you spend your
dough. Good-bye, Alice, I'm going, I'm going far away,
I'm going to the North-east Carry, to make an other
pay; My coin was made for blowing; girlie, it's up to
you. You can go back to old Fan's, You can join the old whore
band, Oh, Alice, good bye, I'm going!
Street, And if you are a lumber hog, it's friends there you'll
meet. The gals are not so pretty, but I guess they're not so
slow, And if you are a lumber hog they'll help you spend your
dough. Good-bye, Alice, I'm going, I'm going far away,
I'm going to the North-east Carry, to make an other
pay; My coin was made for blowing; girlie, it's up to
you. You can go back to old Fan's, You can join the old whore
band, Oh, Alice, good bye, I'm going!
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