John Masefield, "A Sailor's Garland" (1906):



O whiskey is the life of man,
    Whiskey! Johnny!
O whiskey is the life of man,
    Whiskey for my Johnny.

I drink it out of an old tin can,
    Whiskey! Johnny!
I drink it out of an old tin can,
    Whiskey for my Johnny.

I drink whiskey when I can,
    Whiskey! Johnny!
I drink whiskey when I can,
    Whiskey for my Johnny.

I drink it hot, I drink it cold,
    Whiskey! Johnny!
I drink it hot, I drink it cold,
    Whiskey for my Johnny.

I drink it new, I drink it old,
    Whiskey! Johnny!
I drink it new, I drink it old,
    Whiskey for my Johnny.

Whiskey killed my poor old dad,
    Whiskey! Johnny!
Whiskey killed my poor old dad,
    Whiskey for my Johnny.

Whiskey makes me pawn my clothes,
    Whiskey! Johnny!
Whiskey makes me pawn my clothes,
    Whiskey for my Johnny.

Whiskey makes me scratch my toes (gout?),   [sic
    Whiskey! Johnny!
Whiskey makes me scratch my toes,
    Whiskey for my Johnny.

O fisherman, have you just come from sea?
    Whiskey! Johnny!
O fisherman, have you just come from sea?
    Whiskey for my Johnny.

O yes, sir, I have just come from sea,
    Whiskey! Johnny!
O yes, sir, I have just come from sea,
    Whiskey for my Johnny.

Then have you any crab-fish that you can sell to me?
    Whiskey! Johnny!
Then have you any crab-fish that you can sell to me?
    Whiskey for my Johnny.

O yes, sir, I have crab-fish one, two, three,
    Whiskey! Johnny!
O yes, sir, I have crab-fish one, two, three,
    Whiskey for my Johnny!

[Perhaps I should add "etc." Masefield goes no further.]