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Show GOOD-BYE, J AWN Harry E. MacPherson. HULL, many a full year you and I Have glassily wandered arm in arm, And now has come your time to die, Jawn Barleycorn you've done much harm (That's what the prohibs say) and so I guess it's meet that you should go. So gooda-byc, Jawn! With august presence August First Will soon be here ah, lack-a-day! When folks (or, rather soaks) a thrrst, Shall rue the wine wet night all gay; Mere water on next Wednesday, drear, Must cure the ills of Tuesday's cheer So Gooda-bye, Jawn! Scotches, gin'rickeys, Rock and Rye, My good pal, Sweet Tom Collins, all The booze and beer when 1 am dry, Some months ahead, I shall recall. For Coca Cola will not avail When longing for the old brass rail But Gooda-bye, Jawn! Though cellars overflow with cheer, (My own Is somewhat damp, you bet) I'll yearn for a seller of cold draft beer When that is something I can't get. The unattainable's sweet, 'stew true, So long, I sob these words to you Just Gooda-bye, Jawn!!! |