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Old King Alcohol.

By J. F. Coles.
TUNE — Dandy Jim of Carolina.

There's wicked rogues in every place,
Who prey upon the human race;
But there is not among them all
A rogue so great as Alcohol.

For we have always found him so,
The worst old scamp in the country, O;
We've tried him well, and now we know
He's what we have told you O.

He'll promise fair to be your friend,
If you with him your time will spend;
But when your money is all gone,
He'll treat you with comtempt and scorn.

For we have always found him so, &c.

He'll make you think, that when you drink,
He's saving you from ruin's brink;
But every single glass you fill,
Will only sink you deeper still.

For we have always found him so, &c.

He whispers in your ear by stealth,
That drinking leads to fame and wealth;
But soon you'll find that both have flown,
And left you nought but rags alone.

For we have always found him so, &c.

He says that drinking will prolong
Your life and health, and make you strong;
But if such doctrines are believed,
Too soon you'll find you've been deceived.

For we have always found him so, &c.

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Then come, dear friends, come one and all;
And down with old King Alcohol;
Of all deceivers he's the worst,
A rogue and liar from the first,

For we have always found him so, &c.