[Intro] [accordion playing rhythmic off-beats, double bass on beats 1 and 3] [Verse 1] [deep baritone male vocals] The night is drawing near, the lantern's swinging here, It casts its shadows on the pitch-black street. And I'm the sorry kind, a peddler left behind, Out in the cold on worn and weary feet. [Chorus] Oh buy my bagels, please! They're hot and sure to please, So hand your pennies over, don't be slow. And in this wicked weather, let's huddle close together, Take pity on a private seller's woe. [Instrumental Break] [accordion solo with rapid bellows shakes and melodic trills] [vocalizing: la-la-la-la-la-la-la] My father's in the gin, he'll drink up anything, My mother scrubs the floors—oh, what a shame! My sister walks the beat, she never gets to sleep, My little brother's got a pickpocket's name. [Chorus] [accordion increases intensity] Oh buy my bagels, please! They're hot and sure to please, So hand your pennies over, don't be slow. And in this wicked weather, let's huddle close together, Take pity on a private seller's woe.
