OLD JOHNNY BULL
by
Matt McGinn
Old Johnny Bull was a silly old fool
He was drunk both night and day
He swore that the hair on his head was fair
When the ruddy old stuff was grey, was grey
The ruddy old stuff was grey
With his umbrella and a great, ‘Pooza!’
He set out overseas
Kicked every black till they started kicking back
Then he crawled home on his knees
Old Johnny Bull was a silly old fool
He was drunk both night and day
He swore that the hair on his head was fair
But the ruddy old stuff was grey, was grey
The ruddy old stuff was grey
He put up his mitts to his old pal Fritz
Saying, ‘I'll soon stop your larks’
With a mighty pound Fritz fell to the ground
Then arose with a million marks
Old Johnny Bull was a silly old fool
He was drunk both night and day
He swore that the hair on his head was fair
But the ruddy old stuff was grey, was grey
The ruddy old stuff was grey
He tried for a dance from la Belle France
In a great big fancy hall
She cried, ‘disgrace’ and she slapped his face
Then she barred him from the hall
Old Johnny Bull was a silly old fool
He was drunk both night and day
He swore that the hair on his head was fair
But the ruddy old stuff was grey, was grey
The ruddy old stuff was grey
He didn't have a bone so he went for a loan
To his friends in the USA
Says Uncle Sam as he stuck him in the pram,
‘To hell now all the way!’
Old Johnny Bull was a silly old fool
He was drunk both night and day
He swore that the hair on his head was fair
But the ruddy old stuff was grey, was grey
The ruddy old stuff was grey
Now to end this tale, his heart did fail
After several false alarms
When they shovelled him in, he did look thin
Though he still had mighty arms
Old Johnny Bull was a silly old fool
He was drunk both night and day
He swore that the hair on his head was fair
When the ruddy old stuff was grey, was grey
The ruddy old stuff was grey