The Rage of John Bull

 Since his eyes fell upon her for the very first time

 John Bull was in love with Miss Sweet Caroline

She was comely and wealthy with breeding so fine

 He swore he would have her and bided his time

While she brushed away suitors she treated him kind

‘One day I will have you to be mine for all time’

He said at the junction to Miss Sweet Caroline

‘John Bull you’re good hearted; a true friend of mine’

  I’ve been promised to a man but to you I’ll be kind

‘What promise is given to one not yet seen?’

John Bull she then scolded and perceived to be mean.

With a word never spoken she saw him as past

Till the warmth of her lover did caress her at last

Her man met John Bull with contempt in his stare

John Bull took his life and burned his body somewhere

She waited for her lover till sunset turned to gray

Ashen was her longing heart so filled up with dismay       

John Bull ran to the hills with a rage still black as coal

Until they found him in a cave half dead from the cold

In the spring Miss Sweet Caroline blossomed in glee

Taken by the arms of love by a new man from the city

John Bull eat his last meal, for the ‘hangman’ was his day

 Still raging with a fire that only death could take away