JACK WHISKEY

[words: anonymous; tune: Dear Creatures we can't do without them]

Beginning of Verse I, as well as
CHORUS:
Ye true-hearted Britons of Tamlaght O'Crilly,
Ye Christian dissenters that meet in Kilrea,
Is there one man among you so base or so silly,
As to suffer JACK WHISKEY to lead him astray?

For Jack's in the Jug, and his plans in disorder,
His lodging's unlet, and his friends all away,
With his pipe, and his mug, and his Ulster Recorder,
He looks through the jail bars in Derry today.
CHORUS

Verse II
In the year Ninety-Eight, when the Croppies were busy,
Our Best of Good Kings and his laws to defy,
Jack's head with Republican fancies grew dizzy,
His finger he longed to dip into the pie.

But his heart in the midst of his fine projects failed him,
He mounted his pillion, in petticoats clad,
Was hunted and caught, and when nobody bailed him,
Was packed off to prison forlorn and sad.
CHORUS

Verse III
For weeks and for months there he lay, says the story,
Locked up with the rascally foes of the Crown;
While the true sons of Erin, with honor and glory,
Stood firm on their post till the Croppies lay down.

Then homeward he sneaked, all his perils escaping,
The rope, and the hatchet, and Botany Bay,
And, other old crafty Republicans aping,
Abuses the mercy that let him away
CHORUS

pp. 103 - 104,
The AntiJacobin Review
Volume LII
London: Sherwood, Neely & Jones, 1817