The Old Keg Of Rum

My name is old Jack Palmer,         Im a man of olden days,     And so I wish to sing a song         To you of olden praise.     To tell of merry friends of old         When we were gay and young;     How we sat and sang together         Round the Old Keg of Rum.                                  Chorus          Oh! the Old Keg of Rum! the Old Keg of Rum!          How we sat and sang together              Round the Old Keg of Rum.     There was I and Jack the plough-boy,         Jem Moore and old Tom Hines,     And poor old Tom the fiddler,         Who now in glory shines;     And several more of our old chums,         Who shine in Kingdom Come,     We all associated round the         Old Keg of Rum.                                  Chorus          Oh! the Old Keg of Rum! the Old Keg of Rum!          We all associated round the              Old Keg of Rum.     And when harvest time was over,         And wed get our harvest fee,     Wed meet, and quickly rise the keg,         And then wed have a spree.     Wed sit and sing together         Till we got that blind and dumb     That we couldnt find the bunghole         Of the Old Keg of Rum.                                  Chorus          Oh! the Old Keg of Rum! the Old Keg of Rum!          That we couldnt find the bunghole              Of the Old Keg of Rum.     Its jovially together, boys         Wed laugh, wed chat, wed sing;     Sometimes wed have a little row         Some argument would bring.     And oftimes in a scrimmage, boys,         Ive corked it with my thumb,     To keep the life from leaking         From the Old Keg of Rum.                                  Chorus          Oh! the Old Keg of Rum! the Old Keg of Rum!          To keep the life from leaking              From the Old Keg of Rum.     But when our spree was ended, boys,         And waking from a snooze,     For to give another drain         The old keg would refuse.     Wed rap it with our knuckles         If it sounded like a drum,     Wed know the life and spirit         Had left the Old Keg of Rum.                                  Chorus          Oh! the Old Keg of Rum! the Old Keg of Rum!          Wed know the life and spirit              Had left the Old Keg of Rum.     Those happy days have passed away,         Ive seen their pleasures fade;     And many of our good old friends         Have with old times decayed.     But still, when on my travels, boys,         If I meet with an old chum,     We will sigh, in conversation,         Of the Grand Old Keg of Rum.                                  Chorus          Oh! the Old Keg of Rum! the Old Keg of Rum!          We will sigh, in conversation,              Of the Grand Old Keg of Rum.     So now, kind friends, I end my song,         I hope well meet again,     And, as Ive tried to please you all,         I hope you wont complain.     You younger folks who learn my song,         Will, perhaps, in years to come,     Remember old Jack Palmer         And the Old Rum Of Rum.                                  Chorus          Oh! the Old Keg of Rum! the Old Keg of Rum!          Remember old Jack Palmer              And the Old Keg of Rum.