Lyr Add: Johnny Pay for All? (temperence song)

Subject: Lyr Add: Johnny Pay for All? (temperence song)
From: Charley Noble
Date: 02 Feb 07 - 04:19 PM

This old drinking/temperance song bears a resemblance to the well known "Wild Rover" but I'm not even sure of its name. If anyone has a clue to its origin I'd be greatly appreciative:

Anonymous
From SHIP ALLEY, by C. Fox Smith, published by Methuen & Co., London, UK, © 1925, pp. 10-11.

Johnny Pay for All(?)

We feasted on dainties and drank of the best,
Thought I, with my friends I am happily blest:
For punch, beer, and brandy they every day did call,
And I was honest Johnny, Johnny pay for all, all, all,
And I was honest Johnny, Johnny pay for all.

They pledged me so warm that in truth I might say
I scarce in a month knew the night from the day;
My hostess I kissed though her husband he was by,
For while my gold and silver lasted, who but I, I, I,
For while my gold and silver lasted, who but I?

This life I did lead for a month and a day,
And then all my glory began to decay,
My money was gone, I quite consumed my store,
My hostess told me in a word she would not score, score, score,
My hostess told me in a word she would not score.

She frowned like a fury and Kate she was coy,
A kiss or a smile I must no more enjoy,
Nay, if that I called but for a mug of beer,
My hostess she was very deaf and could not hear, hear, hear,
My hostess she was very deaf and could not hear.

Now having replenished my stock once again,
My hostess and daughter I vow to refrain
Their company quite and betake myself to a wife,
With whom I hope to live a sober life, life, life,
With whom I hope to live a sober life.

I've reworked this somewhat for singing to "Queer Bungle Rye" but I may come up with a better tune and keep the original refrain pattern:

Anonymous
From SHIP ALLEY, by C. Fox Smith, published by Methuen & Co., London, UK, © 1925, pp. 10-11.
Adapted by Charlie Ipcar, 2/1/07, to the tune of "Queer Bungle Rye"

Johnny Pay for All(?)

We feasted on dainties and drank of the best,
Thought I, with such friends I am happily blest:
For punch, beer, and brandy they every day call,
And I, honest Johnny, but pay for it all,
And I, honest Johnny, but pay for it all.

They pledged me so warm that in truth I must say
I scarce in a month knew the night from the day;
My hostess she kissed me with her husband close by,
For while my gold lasted, who was better than I,
For while my gold lasted, who was better than I?

This life I did lead for a month and a day,
And then all of my glory began to decay,
My money was gone, I'd consumed all my store,
And my hostess she told me she'd chalk no more score,
And my hostess she told me she'd chalk no more score.

She frowned like a fury and her Kate was quite coy,
A kiss or a smile I'd no longer enjoy;
Nay, if I but asked for one more small beer,
My hostess proved deaf, she could no longer hear,
My hostess proved deaf, she could no longer hear.

Now having replenished my stock once again,
My hostess and daughter I vow to refrain;
I'll shun all such company, and seek out a wife,
With whom I shall live a more sober life,
With whom I shall live a more sober life.