Sing you my song, it wasn't very long
About an old man who'd never done wrong

How he died, no one can say
Found him dead in the street one day
Crowd gathered round, one fine morn
A man whose clothes and shoes was torn

On the sidewalk, he did lay
Stopped and stared and went their way
He came and looked around
Get up, old man, I'm taking you down

Jabbed him with his billy club
The old man then rolled off the curb
Jabbed him again and loudly said
Call the wagon, this man is dead

Wagon come, they loaded him in
And I never saw that man again
Singing my song, it wasn't very long
About an old man who'd never done wrong

How he died, no one can say
Found him dead in the street one day
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