Uncle Tim, the Toper.There was an old toper, his name was Uncle Tim,And he lived long ago, long ago;And he spent all his money for whiskey and gin,At the place where he hadn’t ought to go.CHORUS.So, throw away the bottle and the jug!Hang up the dipper and the mug!There’s no more hard drink for old Uncle Tim,For he’s thrown away the bottle and the jug!Uncle Tim had a nose like a red woolen sack,And the pimples on his face not a few;And he had one eye that was very, very black,And the other t’other one was blue!The hair on his head was like a mop on a stick,And he had but one leg for to go;So you see he couldn’t go for to come it very quick,So he had to, and go it very slow.Uncle Tim was a hard one, and he used to take his T,And the way he used to take it wasn’t slow;And the kind he used to take it wasn’t Bohee,If it had a been it wouldn’t have served him so.Oh! he toddled, t’other day, into the William TellA noted loafer’s cubby-hole, you know;Where they sell for medicine the raw material,And sea-turtles caught in the Ohio.He drank and he spree’d till his money was all gone,And he couldn’t drink and spree it any more;And then they kick’d him out, and he went zigzag home,Just as he’d done many times before.Then the Devil, with the poker, and all the evil ones,Got after him and worried him full sore;Says he, “Old joker, I’m going to join the Sons,So you can’t come it never any more!”Now come, you liquor-sellers, and you liquor-drinkers too:Give up the bad practice, and be men!Come up and join the Sons, and stick to them, too,And never touch the filthy stuff again!
There was an old toper, his name was Uncle Tim,And he lived long ago, long ago;And he spent all his money for whiskey and gin,At the place where he hadn’t ought to go.CHORUS.So, throw away the bottle and the jug!Hang up the dipper and the mug!There’s no more hard drink for old Uncle Tim,For he’s thrown away the bottle and the jug!Uncle Tim had a nose like a red woolen sack,And the pimples on his face not a few;And he had one eye that was very, very black,And the other t’other one was blue!The hair on his head was like a mop on a stick,And he had but one leg for to go;So you see he couldn’t go for to come it very quick,So he had to, and go it very slow.Uncle Tim was a hard one, and he used to take his T,And the way he used to take it wasn’t slow;And the kind he used to take it wasn’t Bohee,If it had a been it wouldn’t have served him so.Oh! he toddled, t’other day, into the William TellA noted loafer’s cubby-hole, you know;Where they sell for medicine the raw material,And sea-turtles caught in the Ohio.He drank and he spree’d till his money was all gone,And he couldn’t drink and spree it any more;And then they kick’d him out, and he went zigzag home,Just as he’d done many times before.Then the Devil, with the poker, and all the evil ones,Got after him and worried him full sore;Says he, “Old joker, I’m going to join the Sons,So you can’t come it never any more!”Now come, you liquor-sellers, and you liquor-drinkers too:Give up the bad practice, and be men!Come up and join the Sons, and stick to them, too,And never touch the filthy stuff again!
There was an old toper, his name was Uncle Tim,And he lived long ago, long ago;And he spent all his money for whiskey and gin,At the place where he hadn’t ought to go.CHORUS.So, throw away the bottle and the jug!Hang up the dipper and the mug!There’s no more hard drink for old Uncle Tim,For he’s thrown away the bottle and the jug!Uncle Tim had a nose like a red woolen sack,And the pimples on his face not a few;And he had one eye that was very, very black,And the other t’other one was blue!The hair on his head was like a mop on a stick,And he had but one leg for to go;So you see he couldn’t go for to come it very quick,So he had to, and go it very slow.Uncle Tim was a hard one, and he used to take his T,And the way he used to take it wasn’t slow;And the kind he used to take it wasn’t Bohee,If it had a been it wouldn’t have served him so.Oh! he toddled, t’other day, into the William TellA noted loafer’s cubby-hole, you know;Where they sell for medicine the raw material,And sea-turtles caught in the Ohio.He drank and he spree’d till his money was all gone,And he couldn’t drink and spree it any more;And then they kick’d him out, and he went zigzag home,Just as he’d done many times before.Then the Devil, with the poker, and all the evil ones,Got after him and worried him full sore;Says he, “Old joker, I’m going to join the Sons,So you can’t come it never any more!”Now come, you liquor-sellers, and you liquor-drinkers too:Give up the bad practice, and be men!Come up and join the Sons, and stick to them, too,And never touch the filthy stuff again!
There was an old toper, his name was Uncle Tim,And he lived long ago, long ago;And he spent all his money for whiskey and gin,At the place where he hadn’t ought to go.
There was an old toper, his name was Uncle Tim,
And he lived long ago, long ago;
And he spent all his money for whiskey and gin,
At the place where he hadn’t ought to go.
CHORUS.
So, throw away the bottle and the jug!Hang up the dipper and the mug!There’s no more hard drink for old Uncle Tim,For he’s thrown away the bottle and the jug!
So, throw away the bottle and the jug!
Hang up the dipper and the mug!
There’s no more hard drink for old Uncle Tim,
For he’s thrown away the bottle and the jug!
Uncle Tim had a nose like a red woolen sack,And the pimples on his face not a few;And he had one eye that was very, very black,And the other t’other one was blue!
Uncle Tim had a nose like a red woolen sack,
And the pimples on his face not a few;
And he had one eye that was very, very black,
And the other t’other one was blue!
The hair on his head was like a mop on a stick,And he had but one leg for to go;So you see he couldn’t go for to come it very quick,So he had to, and go it very slow.
The hair on his head was like a mop on a stick,
And he had but one leg for to go;
So you see he couldn’t go for to come it very quick,
So he had to, and go it very slow.
Uncle Tim was a hard one, and he used to take his T,And the way he used to take it wasn’t slow;And the kind he used to take it wasn’t Bohee,If it had a been it wouldn’t have served him so.
Uncle Tim was a hard one, and he used to take his T,
And the way he used to take it wasn’t slow;
And the kind he used to take it wasn’t Bohee,
If it had a been it wouldn’t have served him so.
Oh! he toddled, t’other day, into the William TellA noted loafer’s cubby-hole, you know;Where they sell for medicine the raw material,And sea-turtles caught in the Ohio.
Oh! he toddled, t’other day, into the William Tell
A noted loafer’s cubby-hole, you know;
Where they sell for medicine the raw material,
And sea-turtles caught in the Ohio.
He drank and he spree’d till his money was all gone,And he couldn’t drink and spree it any more;And then they kick’d him out, and he went zigzag home,Just as he’d done many times before.
He drank and he spree’d till his money was all gone,
And he couldn’t drink and spree it any more;
And then they kick’d him out, and he went zigzag home,
Just as he’d done many times before.
Then the Devil, with the poker, and all the evil ones,Got after him and worried him full sore;Says he, “Old joker, I’m going to join the Sons,So you can’t come it never any more!”
Then the Devil, with the poker, and all the evil ones,
Got after him and worried him full sore;
Says he, “Old joker, I’m going to join the Sons,
So you can’t come it never any more!”
Now come, you liquor-sellers, and you liquor-drinkers too:Give up the bad practice, and be men!Come up and join the Sons, and stick to them, too,And never touch the filthy stuff again!
Now come, you liquor-sellers, and you liquor-drinkers too:
Give up the bad practice, and be men!
Come up and join the Sons, and stick to them, too,
And never touch the filthy stuff again!