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I struck a place that they called a dive. I was lucky to get out alive.
When the policeman heard my woes, saw my black eyes and my battered nose,
"You've been held up," said the copper fly. "No, sir, but I've been knocked down," said I.
Then he laughed, but I couldn't see why. I'll never go there any more.

The Bowery, the Bowery . . .