Theee Young Men of Lee.

There were three young men of Lee,
They were drunk as drunk could be,
For they had bumpers three times three,
And they were jolly as jolly could be,
These three young men of Lee.
All three young bums would proudly say,
"We take our liquor straight each day.
The prohibition cranks shan't touch
Our liberty we prize so much;
What care we for our daddies' fears?
What care we for our mothers' tears?
Older men drink, and why not we?
We'll have all we want," said the bums of Lee.

There are two old sots at Lee,
They are as poor as poor can be,
And one is lame and one cannot see:
They are out at elbow and out at knee,
These two old sots at Lee.
The one that is lame had a heavy fall
On the alehouse floor in a drunken brawl
The blind one lost his sight, they say,
By staggering near a blast one day;
The third was killed in a crowded street,
By a loaded waggon he chanced to meet;
And they that survive might as well be dead,
For often their children cry for bread,
There are two old sots at Lee,
They are poor as poor can be,
And there they are and there they'll be,
Till death puts an end to their misery,
These two old sots at Lee.

Edward Howard.