Here you will find the Poem John Robinson of poet Julia A Moore
AIR -- "The Drunkard" 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 friends, And he was known full well. His father and mother being dead, It left him an orphan boy, When he was with his brother His health failed him, poor boy. Kind friends they thought 'twould do him good To travel for his health; To California he did go With his Uncle Zera French. He was not gone but a short time When a letter his friends received; It told how homesick Johnny was, How he for home did grieve. It said that he was getting worse, And his money was nearly gone, And if he did not soon return Never more would he see home. It said, "Dear Brother, will you please Some money to me send, For I fear I have not got enough To bring me back again. The doctor says I must soon return, If I wish my home to see, For if I stay my life is short, For the air disagrees with me." His brother Will the letter read, It made his eyes grow dim. "Dear brother, he shall soon return, For I will go and fetch him." This brother dear was very kind; With money, he went with haste For to bring him home again, But Oh! he went too late. For he was sick, and very bad -- Poor boy, he thought, no doubt, If he came home in a smoking car His money would hold out. He started to come back alone -- He came one-third the way -- One evening in the car alone His spirit fled away. No friend was near to speak to him, Or hear his dying moan; How sad, how sad it must have been To die there all alone; No loving friends to soothe his brow, Or ease his weary form; Poor soul, poor soul is now at rest, For his soul to heaven has gone. Telegraph dispatch was sent his friends -- How sad were they to hear -- How their loved one died all alone, In a car with no one near. The brother brought his body home To his friends that loved him best. He's sleeping in their grave yard now Let peace be e'er his rest.