[Oh, my name is John Williams], my age is twenty-one.
I am an old bull puncher, and a roarin' son of a gun.

So [..............] I think you' better git.
And don't you dare to kicketh me, or I'll whip you till you shit.

Oh, swamper, cut that knot off, you lop-cock son of a whore.
Or suck my snotty old fuck stick till your upper lip gets sore.

And when I go to Ludington, I think I am a man.
I'll wander up and down the streets with the dodger in my hand.

Until I meet some pretty lass, who chanced to go a-past.
I'll introduce her to my tool and run it up her ass.

I'd run it up her little guts until she took a fit.
And when I pulled my dodger out, it was covered with blood and shit.

And the phlegm flew up on her arsehole to run a flouring mill.
And the spendings out her damned old snatch woulda filled a barrel swill.

And when I got to camp again, I found I had the pox,
I wished to Christ that I'd stayed to home and screw my old up-ox.

Oh, I did her up in axle grease and tied her in a rag.
Oh, curse the whore that sucked me up, I wish I were a stag.

Transcribed from the singing of Orin Miller, of Scottville, Michigan,
recorded September 8, 1977 by Paul Gifford (https://giffordmusic.net).
The first line ("My name is John Williams and my age is twenty-one")
is clipped at the beginning.

The tune has been identified as "Solomon Levi" by Ed Cray.


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