I am a Bohemian dog :

I ever am free from care :
I never come short of prog,

And I live at a place called Where.
I sit and I crunch some bones in a bunch,

And often I dine upon cat ;
I frequently munch a castaway lunch :

I 'm jolly and happy and fat.
For I 'm a Bohemian dog :

I ever am free from care ;
I never come short of prog,

And I live in a place called Where.

Oh, I 'm a Bohemian pup ;

My mother had high degree ;
My father he captured the cup,

With his elegant pedigree ;
My brothers and sisters are troubled with ' misters,'

Who give them carresses and kicks ;
Who coddle and cuff them, who praise and rebuff them,

An teach them ridiculous tricks.
But I 'm a Bohemian pup :

In a mongrel companie ;
Yet I 'm happy to say the mongrels look up

The mongrels look up to me.
O, I 'm a Bohemian dog :

I 'm nobody's servant or pet,
And never a master shall flog,

Or cuss the subscriber you bet.
The slang that I sling, the blushes would bring

To my mother of high degree ;
For never, I vow, have I made my bow-wow

In a high-toned companie.
Yet tho' a Bohemian pup,

I Ve a beautiful pedigree :
I 'm a reglar prince and the mongrels look up

The mongrels look up to me.

Bohemia land of the free !

Bohemia land of the true !
Thy gardens are fair to see

Thy skies are balmy and blue.
Tho' they dub me a scamp, and call me a tramp,

My freedom I '11 never resign
While a bone I can crunch for supper or lunch,

And a nook in Bohemia's mine.
For I 'm a Bohemian pup,

In a mongrel companie ;
But I 'm proud to relate that the mongrels look up

The mongrels look up to me.