Hand-Organ Man

HAND-ORGAN MAN, O hand-organ man, Grind out the music as fast as you can, With a tum-turi tum-turi hippity hay, And a red-coated monkey to frolic and play.

The organ rings merrily on down the street, And the very policeman steps out to your beat, When, sucking her stick of molasses, comes Jennie To give that impertinent monkey a penny.

O toodle de toodle de, hand-organ grinder, No man in the city to children is kinder, And my little kid brother just played not to care When the monkey jumped on him and grabbed at his hair.