The Bummer's Hope
H. DE MARSAN, Publisher, 60 Chatham Street, New-York.
Rum! Rum! Rum! The Bummer’s Hope.
In the marble halls I sit,
Thinking, Johnny dear, of you,
And the gin-mill on the hill, so far away..
And my eyes they fill the tears,
Spite of all that I can do,
Tho’ I try to cheer the bummers to be gay.
Rum! rum! rum! the boys are coming:
Cheer up! bummers, have no fear,
And, before another night,
We’ll all get jolly tight,
At the Carlton, drinking Schnapps and Lager-beer.
Before the Judge we stood,
When his fiercest charge he made,
And he sent us up, a dozen BUMS or more!
But, before we reached the place,
We saw how the game was played,
And we heard the cry of: Mush! o’er and o’er.
So, upon the Island, now
We are breaking stones, all day:
And I’ve hit my shins, a dozen times or more..
And my heart is turning gray,
And my eyes are almost broke,
As we think of seeing home, and BUMS once more!