O, JOHNNY BULL, MY JO JOHN.
Air—“John Anderson, my Jo.”
In December, 1861, eighty-seven British ships-of-war were lying in the
waters of the West Indies. This fact gave rise to the following imitation
of an old song.
|O, Johnny Bull, my Jo John! I wonder what you mean,|
By sending all these frigates out, commissioned by the Queen;
You’ll frighten off the Yankees, John, and why should you do so?
But catch and sink, or burn them all, O, Johnny Bull, my Jo!
O, Johnny Bull, my Jo John! when Yankee hands profane,
Were laid in wanton insult upon the lion’s mane,
He roared so loud and long, John, they quickly let him go,
And sank upon their trembling knees, O, Johnny Bull, my Jo!
O, Johnny Bull, my Jo John! when Lincoln first began
To try his hand at war, John, you were a peaceful man;
But now your blood is up, John, and well the Yankees know,
You play the —— when you start, O, Johnny Bull, my Jo!
O, Johnny Bull, my Jo John! let’s take the field together,
And hunt the Yankee Doodles home, in spite of wind and weather,
And ere a twelve-month roll around, to Boston we will go,
And eat our Christmas dinner there, O, Johnny Bull, my Jo!