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JOHN CHINAMAN, MY JO (J.W. Conner) John Chinaman, my jo, John, You're coming precious fast Each ship that sails from Shanghai brings An increase on the last. And when you'll stop invading us I'm blest, now, if I know You'll outnumber us poor Yankees, John Chinaman, my Jo. John Chinaman, my jo, John, You not only come in shoals, But you often shake the washing stuff And spoil the water holes. And, of course, that riles the miners, John And enrages them, you know For they drive you frequently away John Chinaman, my jo. John Chinaman, my jo, John, You used to live on rice, But now you purchase flour, plums And other things that's nice. And I see a butcher shop At your Chinese place below, And you like your mutton now and then John Chinaman, my jo. John Chinaman, my jo, John, Though folks may at you rail, Here's blessings on your head, John And more power to your tail. But a piece of good advice, John I'll give you, ere I go Don't abuse the freedom you enjoy John Chinaman, my jo. Note: Published in Conner's Irish Song Book, 1868 @immigrant filename[ JOHNAND7 TUNE FILE: JOHNAND CLICK TO PLAY HT |
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