Old John Prince
Peter White
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Old John Prince is on the run He don't even know what from Old John Prince your time has come Won't you lay your burden down Won't you lay your burden down Under the ground, of this town In 1796 I'm told There's a day on which John Prince was born He was Richard and Mary's first son And he was angry even then And he was angry even then Educated by an Anglican clergyman Old John Prince was a smart one Until 1833 he lived in England As a lawyer and a politician As a lawyer and a politician When his daddy was caught with a very red hand Making bootleg beer, John couldn't stand To see his good name eaten raw So he packed his bags for Canada He packed his bags for Canada Old John Prince was 37 When he left his home in Britain He set sail for the colony To set himself free, to set himself free Old John Prince is on the run He don't even know what from Old John Prince your time has come Won't you lay your burden down Won't you lay your burden down Under the ground, of this town Trouble in 1837 Upper Canada had a big rebellion Prince led the boys from Sandwich town They captured five rebels then they shot 'em down They captured five rebels then they shot 'em down A man named Wood said he was out of line So one Monday in 1839 Prince demanded a duel at dawn And he shot Wood in the jaw for the wrong He shot Wood in the jaw for the wrong Sailing in 1853 John arrived at Sault Ste. Marie He wrote in a note that he didn't erase It's a horrid, wild, inhospitable place It's a horrid, wild, inhospitable place Things were no better in his heart As the last of his marriage fell apart He volunteered to go and fight in India Anything to get away from this Canada Anything to get away from this Canada Old John Prince is on the run He don't even know what from Old John Prince your time has come Won't you lay your burden down Won't you lay your burden down Under the ground, of this town On July the 7th, 1860 John became the judge of the horrid city They said he'd love Algoma District But John Prince knew he'd been tricked Old John knew he'd been tricked He came up here to hunt big game But he couldn't find one deer to claim And then his wife said she would not come To his new god forsaken home To his new god forsaken home Old John Prince got his thumb caught In his horse's reins 'till it broke right off He finished the job with his own pen knife He was as tough as his hard life He was as tough as his hard life Just before he died he said, "Take my bones And bury me right across from home This cursed soil will be my last escape From the human race whom I hate From the human race whom I hate Old John Prince is on the run He don't even know what from Old John Prince your time has come Won't you lay your burden down Won't you lay your burden down Under the ground, of this town
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