[[Spoken]] We were hard-boiled and swaggering.

Five o'clock in the morning the warden comes around
With bread and cheese and butter that weights a half a pound;
The coffee tastes like tobacco juice, the bread is hard and stale;
And that's the way they feed the boys in the Raymond Street Jail.

Glorious! Glorious! One keg of beer for the four of us,
We were drunk last night, and were drunk the night before,
And we'll be drunk tonight as we never were before.

[[long pause. To a different tune, the following:]]

I was sitting in jail with my face to the wall.
A red-headed woman was the cause of it all.

Glorious! Glorious! ... [[Spoken:]] We used the same chorus.

Double brackets are inserted by me. Transcribed from Band 2 "Games" the LP When I Was a Boy in Brooklyn by Israel Kaplan. 1961. Folkway Records.

Available online here: https://folkways.si.edu/israel-kaplan/when-i-was-a-boy-in-brooklyn/oral-history-biography/album/smithsonian