There was a little man and he had a little can,
And he used to rush the growler;
He went to the saloon on a Sunday afternoon,
And you ought to hear the bartender holler:
Chorus:
…No more booze, no more booze,
…No more booze on Sunday;
…No more booze, no more booze,
…Got to get your can filled Monday.
…She’s the only girl I love,
…With a face like a horse and buggy.
…Leaning up against the lake,
…O fireman! save my child!
The chambermaid came to my door,
“Get up, you lazy sinner.
We need those sheets for table-cloths
And it’s almost time for dinner.”
Chorus:
…No more booze, no more booze,
…No more booze on Sunday;
…No more booze, no more booze,
…Got to get your can filled Monday.
…She’s the only girl I love,
…With a face like a horse and buggy.
…Leaning up against the lake,
…O fireman! save my child!
The Bard on the Hill 