The world is turned ag'in' me, br And people says, 'They guess br That nothin' else is in me br But pure maliciousness!' br I git the blame for doin' br What other chaps destroy, br And I'm a-goin' to ruin br Because I'm 'Johnson's boy.' br br THAT ain't my name--I'd ruther br They'd call me IKE or PAT-- br But they've forgot the other-- br And so have I, for that! br I reckon it's as handy, br When Nibsy breaks his toy, br Or some one steals his candy, br To say 'twas 'JOHNSON'S BOY!' br br You can't git any water br At the pump, and find the spout br So durn chuck-full o' mortar br That you have to bore it out; br You tackle any scholar br In Wisdom's wise employ, br And I'll bet you half a dollar br He'll say it's 'Johnson's boy!' br br Folks don't know how I suffer br In my uncomplainin' way-- br They think I'm gittin' tougher br And tougher every day. br Last Sunday night, when Flinder br Was a-shoutin' out for joy, br And some one shook the winder, br He prayed for 'Johnson's boy.' br br I'm tired of bein' follered br By farmers every day, br And then o' bein' collared br For coaxin' hounds away; br Hounds always plays me double-- br It's a trick they all enjoy-- br To git me into trouble, br Because I'm 'Johnson's boy.