Lyrics - We Are Anchored By The Roadside Jim by Burns Robert

We
Are
Anchored
By the
Roadside,
Jim
We are anchored by the roadside,
Jim, as we've ofttimes before
When you and
I were weary from sacking on the shore
The moon shone down in splendor,
Jim, it shone on you and
IAnd the little stars were shining when we drank the old jug dry
But those was the good old days, those good old days of yore
When
Murphy ran the tavern and
Burnsy kept the store
When the whiskey flowed as free, brave boys, as the waters in the brook
And the boys all for their stomach's sake their morning bitters took
Now the times they have altered,
Jim, and men have altered too
And some have undertaken for to put rumsellers through
They say that whiskey's poison,
Jim, and scores of graves has dug
And ten thousand snakes and devils can be seen in our old jug
But never mind such prattle,
Jim,
Though some of it be true
We'll sleep where we've a mind to, together, me and you
For the drink they call cold water, won't do for you nor
ISo we'll haul the cork at leisure, and we'll drink the old jug dry
Recorded by
Joe
Hickerson on
Dull care
II and by
Sidney
Robertson
Cowell on
Folkways
Printed in 1860 in
Beadles
Dime
Songbook
No. 3filename[
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