We'll start at morn for France or Spain,
At evening, we'll be home again.
Now who can tell, or who portend
When this fast age will have an end.
MY PROHIBITION FRIEND
Shan. T. Boy
Who, when I'm sorry, makes me glad?
Who cheers me when I'm weary?
My prohibition friend's the lad,
I always keep him near me.
My prohibition friend and I,
Have jogged through life together
And oftentimes we have been dry,
In wet and rainy weather.
Together, we don't always pull.
To fight, he tries to tempt me.
He's always empty when I'm full
And full when I am empty.
With him I would be loth to part,
He's such a charming fellow.
He always tries to cheer my heart
And make me feel so "mellow".