The Peanut Stand
J. WRIGLEY. Publisher, of Songs, Ballad’s, and Toy Books, Conversation, Age, and small Playing Cards, Alphabet Wood Blocks, Valentines, Motto Verses, and Cut Motto Paper &c. No. 27 Chatham Street, (OPPOSITE CITY HALL PARK) NEW YORK.
The Peanut Stand
Come listen to me, white folks, while I rehearse a ditty,
It’s all about a nice young gal, she lived in Jersey City;
She fell in love with a gay young man, he was wealthy once in his time,
He was chief engineer of a shoemaker’s shop and his name was Conny O’Ryan.
Now Biddy Magee was a handsome gal and known both near and far,
She kept a peanut stand in Jersey City and supplied the railroad cars;
But when her mother she heard of Conny, she swore vengeance against his clan,
She said if her daughter kept company with him she’d bust up her peanut stand
Now Conny O’Ryan was a man of fame, and noted far and near,
He’d beat Saint Patrick at “forty-fives” a playing for lager bier;
He got in with a parcel of Jersey “roughs,” they led him around like a toy,
So he joined the New York Fire Zoo-Zoo’s and he went for a soger boy.
When Biddy Magee she heard of this she took right to her bed,
The peanut stand went up the spout, and the gal she died right dead,
The news took effect on Conny himself, so he never could march to time,
So out of the camp in a very short time they drummed poor Conny O’Ryan.
The old woman’s house is haunted now, at night about twelve o’clock,
She sees the most horrible sort of a sight, which gives her a terrible shock;
The ghosts of Conny and Biddy Magee come walking in hand and hand,
While right behind them comes marching along the ghost of the peanut stand.