John Chinaman

John Chinaman, Dear Sir:
Since you're making such a stir
In the waves that wash along our western strand,
Stop the jingle of your gong,
While we sing our greeting song,
And gaze upon our broad and happy land.

Ho! John Chinaman,
Now John Chinaman,
Leap o'er the crumbling wall,
Bring along your tea
For don't you see
We've room enough to welcome all!

John Chinaman, Esquire,
Though we really don't admire
All the Oriental notions you may bring,
We have room enough for you,
And we've work enough to do
And our nations's song of welcome now we sing.

Ho! John Chinaman,
Now John Chinaman,
Leap o'er the crumbling wall,
Bring along your tea
For don't you see
We've room enough to welcome all!

John Chinaman, they say
You have loitered by the way
While the nations of the world were marching on,
So we'er waiting now to see
What a "Forward March" there'll be,
In the future of our distant neighbor, John.

Ho! John Chinaman,
Now John Chinaman,
Leap o'er the crumbling wall,
Bring along your tea
For don't you see
We've room enough to welcome all!

(P.P. Bliss, from http://hwmin.gbgm-umc.org/churches/DesertFoothillsAZ/PPBLISS/jchin.html)