From Popular College Songs compiled by Lockwood Honoré (Cincinnati: The John Church Co., 1891), page 113:


THE PRODIGAL SON
Words, Louis Lambert. Air: When Johnny Comes Marching Home.

1. There was an old man, so the story runs, it does, it does.
The father of two blooming sons he was, he was.
He owned a place, so runs the psalm,
Down by the elder Jerusalem.
Vicinity doesn't matter a blank.
Larry, fill up the can.
With a one, three, five, seven, Larry, fill up the can.

2. The oldest was a nice young man, he was, he was.
Built up on the Moody and Sankey plan, he was, he was.
He wore a white necktie and pulled a long face.
He talked of religion and saving grace.
He wanted a home and a comfortable place.
Larry, fill up the can.
With a one, three, five, seven, Larry fill up the can.

3. The youngest was a terrible son, he was, he was.
He went with a gang of which he was one, he was, he was.
He wore a red necktie and high standing collar.
He'd go out at night with the boys and holler.
He was technically know to the trade as a lalla.
Larry, fill up the can.
With a one, three, five, seven, Larry, fill up the can.

4. The old man's purse was long and fat, it was, it was.
The prodigal son was onto that, he was, he was;
And the nice young man with the heavenly smile
Had also his lights on the old man's pile
With a view to grabbing it after a while.
Larry, fill up the can.
With a one, three, five, seven, Larry, fill up the can.

5. To divide on the square the old man did his best, he did, he did.
The prod took his share and lit out for the west, he did, he did.
Got in with the boys, had a lively time,
Woke up in the morning with nary a dime
But a counterfeit nick in that foreign clime.
Larry, fill up the can.
With a one, three, five, seven, Larry, fill up the can.

6. The telegraph man sat in his offúss, he did, he did,
When in rushed a seedy and tough-looking cuss, he did, he did.
"Oh, cable this message along the track:
The prod's out west but he's coming back.
Put plenty of veal for one in the rack."
Larry, fill up the can.
With a one, three, five, seven, Larry, fill up the can.

7. He turned up at home with his lawyer one day, he did, he did;
Sued his father and brother for time while away, he did, he did;
Got judgment and turned the old folks out.
That's the kind of a prod I'm singing about,
That's the kind of a prod for whom I shout:
Larry, fill up the can,
With a one, three, five, seven, Larry, fill up the can.