And he couldn’t drink and spree it any more;
And then they kick’d him out, and he went zigzag home,
Just as he’d done many times before.
Then the Devil, with the poker, and all the evil ones,
Got after him and worried him full sore;
Says he, “Old joker, I’m going to join the Sons,
So you can’t come it never any more!”
Now come, you liquor-sellers, and you liquor-drinkers too:
Give up the bad practice, and be men!
Come up and join the Sons, and stick to them, too,