KNOCKIN’ ROUND
Funny how some men grow up
Knockin’ round—
Drinkin’ out of fortune’s cup
Overwound
With the ivy of Japan
Or a South-American
Revolutionary plot—
Comin’ back no matter what,
Knockin’ round.
After seein’ half the world,
Knockin’ round
Under every flag unfurled
Safe and sound—
Home again from climbin’ Alps,
Raisin’ Filipino scalps,
Fishin’ in a Scottish tarn—
You will find him at the barn
Knockin’ round.
All the smiles of Beauty’s eyes
Knockin’ round
Underneath Italian skies
Or renowned
Erin’s native land of charms
Fade away as in his arms
Blushes—just the same old girl
From whose locks he kept a curl,
Knockin’ round.