And they wandered inFrom the city of St. JohnWithout a dimeWearing coats that shinedBoth red and greenColors from
their sunny islandFrom their boats of ironThey looked upon the promised landWhere surely life was sweetOn the rising tideT
o New York CityDid they ride into the streetSee the gloryOf the royal scamThey are hounded downTo the bottom of a bad tow
nAmid the ruinsWhere they learn to fearAn angry race of fallen kingsTheir dark companionsWhile the memory ofTheir souther
n sky was clouded byA savage winterEvery patron saintHung on the wall, shared the roomWith twenty sinnersSee the gloryOf
the royal scamBy the blackened wallHe does it allHe thinks he's died and gone to heavenNow the tale is toldBy the old ma
n back homeHe reads the letterHow they are paid in goldJust to babble in the back roomAll night and waste their timeAnd th
ey wandered inFrom the city of St. John without a dimeSee the gloryOf the royal scam