Charles Follen Adams

“ John Barley-Corn, my foe, John, By your despotic sway The people of our country, John, Are suffering to-day. You lay the lash upon their backs; Yet willingly they go And pay allegiance at the polls, John Barley-Corn, my foe. John Barley-Corn, my foe, John, You've broken many a heart, And caused the bitter tear, John, From many an eye to start, The widow and the fatherless From pleasant homes to go, And lead a life of sin and shame, John Barley-Corn, my foe. John Barley-Corn, my foe, John, May Heaven speed the hour, When Temperance shall wear the crown And Rum shall lose its power ”