Within a crowded tenement where poorest folks abound,
There lives a pretty working girl, the best that can be found,
She helps to keep her mother and her little brother Joe,
She's as sweet as can be, and the boys all say she
Is the belle of Poverty Row.
Down in Poverty Row you will find this girl,
Riches cannot compare with this precious pearl,
Each boy loves her and wishes to be her beau,
So she's not to blame, if she treats them all the same,
Down in Poverty Row. (repeat chorus)
In summer time a band will play at night when work is o'er,
And bakers, clerks and butcher boys, will gather 'round her door,
Each wants to dance with Kitty, for she waltzes well they know,
When she sings The Lost Child then the crowd all goes wild,
Down in Poverty Row.