John Bull by George E. Clark
Oh John Bull you sing your hymn so well
Your heaven comes by sending me to hell
Pierce my heart with your whistle’s song
You’re doing well but you do me wrong
I pull my horses over
When the John Bull blows on by
Then I get them going
With a cinder in my eye
Oh John Bull you sing your hymn so well
Your heaven comes by sending me to hell
C & A says one more season
Ballast, ties, and track my load
Build the new branch out to Trenton
Build the new as I grow old
Sixteen steady horses can’t beat
Sixteen puffs of smoke
Sixteen steady horses can’t beat
Sixteen puffs of smoke
I used to go to church on Sunday
Now I take in work
I only wear my best clothes out
To pay the county clerk
Oh John Bull you sing your hymn so well
Your heaven comes by sending me to hell
How I dread your whistle’s song
You’re doing well but you do me wrong
