JOHNNY BULL, MY JO, JOHN



O Johnny Bull, my jo, John, I wonder what you mean;

Are you on foreign conquest bent, or what ambitious scheme?

Now list to brother Jonathan, your fruitless plans forego,

Remain on your fast-anchored isle,

O Johnny Bull, my jo.



O Johnny Bull, my jo, John, don't come across the main;

Our fathers bled and suffered, John, our freedom to maintain,

And him who in the cradle, John, repelled the ruthless foe,

Provoke not when to manhood grown,

O Johnny Bull, my jo.



O Johnny Bull, my jo, John, on Erie's distant shores,

See how the battle rages, and loud the cannon roars;

But Perry taught our seamen to crush the assailing foe,

He met and made them ours,

O Johnny Bull, my jo.

What though at Washington a base marauding band;

Our monuments of art, John, destroyed with ruthless hand ?

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It was a savage warfare, beneath a generous foe,

And brings the more disgrace on you,

O Johnny Bull my jo.



O Johnny Bull, my jo, John, when all your schemes have failed,

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To wipe away the stigmas, John, for New Orleans you sailed;

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Far heavier woes await thee, John, for Jackson meets the foe,

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Whose name and fame's immortal,

O Johnny Bull, my jo.



Your schemes to gather laurels here I guess were badly planned;



We have whipped you on the ocean, jo, we have bothered you on land.

Then hie to old England, John, thy fruitless plans forego

And haste to thy fast-anchored isle

O Johnny Bull, my jo.



Tune: John Anderson, My Jo

Note: From War of 1812

@war @parody @American @1812

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