JOHN ALCOHOL, my foe, John, When we were first acquaint, I'd siller in my pockets, John, Which noo, ye ken, I want; I spent it all in treating, John, Because I loved you so; But mark ye, how you've treated me, John Alcohol, my foe. John Alcohol, my foe, John, We've been ower lang together, Sae ye maun tak' ae road, John, And I will take anither; For we maun tumble down, John, If hand in hand we go; And I shall hae the bill to pay, John Alcohol, my foe. John Alcohol, my foe, John, Ye've blear'd out a' my een, And lighted up my nose, John, A fiery sign atween! My hands wi' palsy shake, John, My locks are like the snow; Ye'll surely be the death of me, John Alcohol, my foe. John Alcohol, my foe, John, 'Twas love to you, I ween, That gart me rise sae ear', John, And sit sae late at e'en; The best o' friens maun part, John, It grieves me sair, ye know; But "we'll nae mair to yon town," John Alcohol, my foe. John Alcohol, my foe, John, Ye've wrought me muckle skaith; And yet to part wi' you, John, I own I'm unko' laith; But I'll join the temperance ranks, John, Ye needna say me no; It's better late than ne'er do weel, John Alcohol, my foe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRTH SONG OF CHRIST by EDMUND HAMILTON SEARS AMORETTI: 34 by EDMUND SPENSER THE MAIDEN CITY by CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH TONNA CASEMENT WINDOWS by CLARISSA BROOKS IN THE DARK by FRANCES LOUISA BUSHNELL ON THE DISPOSITION OF MIND by JOHN BYROM TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. CONCLUSION by EDWARD CARPENTER A CALL TO THE BUILDERS by HELEN GRAY CONE TO EDMUND GOSSE, WITH EIGHT VOLUMES OF THE AUTHOR'S WORK by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON |