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Beneath the trees of Prospect Park

Whenever it got very dark

A band of men would romp and lark

In the town of Brooklyn

Nonny-o

Johnny-o

Bugsy, Blue Jo, Filber, Pott

Your names will never be forgot

In the town of Brooklyn

The little village grew and grew

Until there came that hardy crew

The people then got very few

In the town of Brooklyn

Nonny-o

Johnny-o

Blue Jo, Bugsy, Pretty Levine

Your memory is evergreen

In the town of Brooklyn

They threw a friend from out of a boat

And sad to say he did not float

He wore a concrete overcoat

In the town of Brooklyn

Nonny-o

Johnny-o

Lucky, Lofty, Dandy, Jack

If only we could bring you back

To the town of Brooklyn

On Coney Island’s golden strand

They cover each other up with sand

And thus they’ve lost half of their band

In the town of Brooklyn

Nonny-o

Johnny-o

Lucky, Lefty, Dirty Lou

Come back up Pitkin Avenue

In the town of Brooklyn

They loved to browse mid flower and fern

The joys of nature sweetly learn

And two would go, and one return

To the town of Brooklyn

Nonny-o

Johnny-o

Taffy, Shifty, tell us when

Your merry men return again

To the town of Brooklyn

At last the band became so small

That only one survived at all

He’s fixing games of Basketball

In the town of Brooklyn

Nonny-o

Johnny-o

Chippy, Happy, many more

We miss you at the Candy Store

In the town of Brooklyn

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