Index of Poems
came a lonely Briton to the town,
solitary Briton with a mission,
He'd vowed a vow to put all "shouting" down,
relegate it to a low position.
Britannic in his dress,
manners were polite, and slightly formal;
And - this I mention with extreme distress -
"put away for liquid was abnormal.
this "shouting" mania with disgust,
being generosity perverted,
When any of the "boys" went on the bust
strove his best that they might be converted.
wouldn't take a liquor with a man,
if he was to be hanged, drawn, and quartered,
And yet, he drank - construe it as you can -
gin, most moderately watered.
the atmosphere was in a whirl,
language metaphorical ran riot,
He'd calmly tender sixpence to the girl,
drink his poison - solus - nice and quiet.
he was asked to breast the bar
answer, with a touch of condescension:
"I much regret to disoblige so far
to decline your delicate attention.
drink's a curse that hangeth like a leech -
sad but most indubitable fact is,
Mankind was meant to drink alone, I preach,
what I preach invariably practise.
never pay for others, nor do I
drink from them, and never, never would, sir -
One man, one liquor! though I have to die
martyr to my faith - that's Jimmy Wood, sir.
friend, 'tis not a bit of use to raise
hurricane of bluster and of banter:
I preach my humble gospel in the phrase,
means: by drinking how and when I like,
sticking to the one unsweetened sample,
I hope in course of time that it will strike
men to follow up my good example."
of time it struck all men that Jim
fast developing into a soaker -
The breath of palsy on his every limb,
bleary face touched up with crimson ochre.
firmly stood he by the sinking ship,
down at last with all his colours flying;
No hand but his raised tumbler to his lip,
time J. Woods, the Martyr, lay a-dying.
reformer! gallant heart!
gave his path to Death - the great collector.
Now . . . in Elysian fields he
sips his modest “Tommy Dodd” of nectar.
signature is on the scroll of fame,
cannot well forget him, though you would, sir,
The man is dead, not so his homely name,
drinks alone - drinks toast to Jimmy Wood, sir.