There Once Was a Young Man Who Went to the City

Well there was a poor young boy
Who left his country home
And came to the city to seek employment
He promised his dear mother that he'd lead the simple life
And always shun the fatal curse of drink
Well he came to the city
And found employment in a quarry
And while there he made the acquaintance of some college men
He little knew that they were demons for they wore the best of clothes
But clothes do not always make the gentleman
Well one night he went out with his newfound friends to dine
And while there they tried to persuade him to take a drink
They tempted him and tempted him
But he refused and he refused
Till finally he took a glass of beer
When he seen what he had done
He dashed the liquor to the floor
And staggered out the door with delirium treemens
And while in the grip of liquor
He met a Salvation Army lassie
And cruelly he broke her tambourine
All she said was 'heaven bless you'
And laid a mark upon his brow
With a kick, she had learnt from before she was saved
So kind friends take my advice
And shun the fatal curse of drink
And don't go 'round breaking peoples' tambourines