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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427828" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>John Robinson</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AIR -- &quot;The Drunkard&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Come listen, friends, and hear a song,<br>It is a doleful one,<br>About a young man, dead and gone -- <br>He died far away from home.<br>John Robinson this young man's name,<br>His age I cannot tell,<br>And he was loved by all his friends,<br>And he was known full well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His father and mother being dead,<br>It left him an orphan boy,<br>When he was with his brother<br>His health failed him, poor boy.<br>Kind friends they thought 'twould do him good<br>To travel for his health;<br>To California he did go<br>With his Uncle Zera French.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was not gone but a short time<br>When a letter his friends received;<br>It told how homesick Johnny was,<br>How he for home did grieve.<br>It said that he was getting worse,<br>And his money was nearly gone,<br>And if he did not soon return<br>Never more would he see home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It said, &quot;Dear Brother, will you please<br>Some money to me send,<br>For I fear I have not got enough<br>To bring me back again.<br>The doctor says I must soon return,<br>If I wish my home to see,<br>For if I stay my life is short,<br>For the air disagrees with me.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His brother Will the letter read,<br>It made his eyes grow dim.<br>&quot;Dear brother, he shall soon return,<br>For I will go and fetch him.&quot;<br>This brother dear was very kind;<br>With money, he went with haste<br>For to bring him home again,<br>But Oh! he went too late.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For he was sick, and very bad -- <br>Poor boy, he thought, no doubt,<br>If he came home in a smoking car<br>His money would hold out.<br>He started to come back alone -- <br>He came one-third the way -- <br>One evening in the car alone<br>His spirit fled away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No friend was near to speak to him,<br>Or hear his dying moan;<br>How sad, how sad it must have been<br>To die there all alone;<br>No loving friends to soothe his brow,<br>Or ease his weary form;<br>Poor soul, poor soul is now at rest,<br>For his soul to heaven has gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Telegraph dispatch was sent his friends -- <br>How sad were they to hear -- <br>How their loved one died all alone,<br>In a car with no one near.<br>The brother brought his body home<br>To his friends that loved him best.<br>He's sleeping in their grave yard now<br>Let peace be e'er his rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Julia+A+Moore">Julia A Moore</a><div class=q>
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Come listen, friends, and hear a song,
It is a doleful one,
About a young man, dead and gone -- 
He died far away from home.
John Robinson this young man's name,
His age I cannot tell,
And he was loved by all his ..."></div>
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