The song Genie posted I sing in the following only slightly different version. I'm pretty sure it was in the 1954 ed. of Song Fest, which would be where I learned it originally, but I don't have a copy at hand to check whether it's closer to me or Genie:

'Twas a cold winter's evening, the guests were all leaving,
O'Leary was closing the bar,
When he turned 'round and said to that lady in red,
"Get out, you can't stay any more."
She shed a sad tear in her bucket of beer
As she dreamt of the cold night ahead,
When a gentleman dapper stepped out of the phone booth*
And these were the words that he said:

"Her mother never told her all the things a young girl should know,
About the ways of fancy men, and how they come and go (mostly go**).
Age has taken her beauty and sin has left its sad scar,
So remember your mothers and sisters, boys,
And let Nellie sleep under the bar."

[asterisks go to same sidenotes as Genie's]

Haruo