ROCK AND RYE CRAZY.
Tune- "Rock-a-Bye, Baby."
Daddy is snoring on the station floor bare,
While mamma waits for him, quite ready to swear;
Her hand grasps the poker, which she gently swings,
But dad's snoring safely, while vengeance she sings.
He's rock and rye crazy, down in the dock,
You'll see by his nose he loves rye and rock.
Now he has the snakes and thinks that they crawl,
He sighs for his bottle, he'd drink cork and all.
Oh, it's rock and rye on the sly put him on his ear;
For rock and rye he would buy instead of good beer,
For angels and hummers he hovered too near-
The coppers have nipped him, he's up for one year.
Daddy sat drinking in the gin-mill next door,
With his hands in his pockets, his feet on the floor;
But he's jugged for a year, now it's tough and it's wrong,
For he'll die if deprived of his toddy too long.
He's rock and rye crazy, my dear old pop;
He's drunk as a daisy-a brick in his top.
He froze to the shutter, his head to the wall,
A policeman grabbed him, sore head and all.
When rock and rye he would spy, old daddy dear;
This rock and rye he would buy and get on his ear;
For angels like papa get drunk and don't care;
The judge winds them up with six months or a year.
My poor helpless daddy, you are in for it now,
You punished more rum than the law did allow;
We hope soon to greet you, without this refrain:
"There's ma with the poker, guess dad's drunk again."
You're rock and rye crazy, dad, you must stop;
You're nun-dumb and lazy, you drink 'till you drop.
Reform, now, dear papa, behind the jail wall;
Some day in the Springtime on you I will call;
For rock and rye you may sigh, for a whole year;
To rock and rye say good-bye, dad, with a tear.
The angels you look for will never come near,
So good-bye, dear papa, I'll see you next year.