Then Stein the peddler with rising joy,

Said: “We were at Brooklyn bridge;

“We worked our grafts at Perth-Amboy

“And up on the Denver ridge.

“Before Fort Wayne, on Racine’s plain,

“Chicago, Frisco, Brent,

“From Monterey to the coasts of Maine,

“Wherever a dime was spent.

“We’ve rooked the Yank from the Hudson’s bank

“To the hills of Mexico,

“And there’s still a tip for another gypp,

“Cohen and Stein and Moe.”

“Well, here’s to honest good thieving blood,

“Cohen and Stein and Moe.”