Here's a version from the Max Hunter folksong collection (https://maxhunter.missouristate.edu/songinformation.aspx?ID=171

JERSEY CITY

I was born in Jersey City
In Chicago, near th South
And that's th very reason why
My voice is in my mouth

T'was a hot and frosty evening
Th wind was full of air
There's people dying this year
Who never dyed their hair

My wife she had th headache
She had it again and again
I throwed her thru th window
Jest to take away th pain

A man pulled up th river
He pulled up by th roots
A miser can't hide money
In ice an' cowhide boots

The oyster plant is in a stew
Th cowslip ate th buttercup
Th cabbage got so far ahead
Th tomato could'nt catch up

I laid down in th river
Because it had a bed
I took a sheet of water
And pulled it over my head

My Father had a great big steer
He simply was amense
He ran his horns clean thru my pants
And throwed me o'er the fence

He ran me here, he ran me there
He ran me to Washington
There I received th pension
For th battle of bull run

I been taking lectric bitters
To set my liver at right
And I hain't been sick fer eight weeks since
We've had electric lights

A lady by a sewer
And by a sewer she died
And at the corners inquest
It was said, was sewercide

Th crows are making crowbars
Th hayroots making hay
And th bumblebees are making bums
Fer ta-ra-boom-de-a