Well near as I can remember (a task that gets harder as one gets older - the only thing that does it seems)

The song goes sorta like this:

I met a man the other day I never had met before
He asked me if I'd like a job, Shoveling iron ore
I asked how much it paid and he said 10 cents a ton
I said old fella go chase yerself, I'd rather be on the bum

Oh, leanin' against the station
Tra la la la la la lation
That's our recommendation
Harah, haree, harum
We are three bums, three jolly old bums
We live like royal Turks
We have such luck in bummin' our chuck
We never bother to work

More later when I can find the paper with the other words on it.

CB