JOHN ALCOHOL, MY JO.

Temuka Leader, Issue 2191, 21 April 1891, Page 4

JOHN ALCOHOL, MY JO.

Turn—“ John Anderson my jo.” John Alcohol, my-jo, John, When we were first xcqueat, I loo’rl yon as, a britber, John, Biit nob the freeiiabip’s rent ; 1 thought you leal and kind, John, I loo'd the whiskey s >; But you’re a spare, I do declare, John Alcohol, my jo. John Alcohol, my jo, John, Owor iaog we’ve cronies bees, But noo I'm pleased >6 say,' John, The fica'es ate off my een ; I see you as ye are, John, Ye’re n'se • bonny show, Sae l«ng good-bye* tse you, say I, John Alcohol, my jo. John Alcohol, my jo, John, You’re deemed « splendid cura For asthma, ague, gout, John, An’ I*’ Thing men endure ; But this is merest humbug, John, Aa all bur sSses know, You thousands slay, save ana you may, John Alcohol, my jo. John Alcohol, ray jo, John, When 1 am on fhe spree, 1 cih-k'ck and curse «od kill, John, And tocht, end steal, and lea ; A orue' fiend you «mk' me, John, My hnnqryou lay low, Wi’ h-lli»h fijfo you me inspire, John Alcohol, ray jo. John Alcohol, my jo, John, To rags and beggary Yoab’ing husband,wife and weans, John, And, deepeet misery ; You’r, a vdUin base, 1 trow, John, Unprincipled and law,' Wi’ the deevil's tea you’ve raised me, John Aioohol, ray jo. John Alcohol, my jo, John, Your crimes are bl ck aa night, And as coontienß an the sands, John, Bee zebub’s delight ; The yillanies you practice, John, Sfrike many a cruel blow, The murderer's cell you fill too well, John Alcohol, my jo. John Alcohol, my jo, John, Your guilt is eep as hell, The sighs and gro-ihayou’ve caused, John, Are more than tongue can tell ; Tbe hearts and homes you’ve blasted, John, The millions you’ve laid tow, Deep from ih** grave, curse you aa knave, John Alcohol, my jo. Jobs Alcohol, my j.», John, Your deeds mak’ angels weep ; You mak’ drunkards, paupers, knaves, I I John, \\ hose passions seldom sleep. Y#’ro the deevil’s snidest bairn, John, Voiir i! -Tarred face doth show ; He’s saired by few sae wee 1 as you, John A’coho', my jo. John Alcohol, ray jo, John. Dirt, death, disease, despair, Damnation, sure »nd certain, John, A ie tbe blessings you prepare. As I trig’s as you live and prosper, John, To wreck and ruin we’ll go j The social glass kdls many an as, John Alcohol, my jo. John Alcot.o', ray jo, John, When lives and hmnes are clean, W» never see that you, John, Are welcomed ae a freeo, I’m bS tan join the ranks, John, Combined to Ly ye Ibw ; An’ eair regret, that ere we m t, John Alcohol, my j -. Congregational Manse, Insch.