Your Tool Box Will be Raffled By and By (orig14)


Iron Road

YOUR TOOL BOX WILL BE RAFFLED BY AND BY

By Jo Evans. (Possible Parody: You’ll Have Pie, By and By) in The Railroad Gazette Issue 1927

I must shortly leave the banker,
For my card is long exempt.
The fire of youth has vanished from my eye,
And the saddest thought today
Is when I have passed away
That my tool box will be raffled by and by.

Chorus
I have roamed around the country,
But I am getting stiff and old;
And now I am travelling home again to die.
Though you’re young and strong today,
Yet the years pass away,
And your tool box will be raffled by and by.

When I was but a ‘prentice lad,
Just starting at the trade,
Some chump would make me mad enough to cry,
But I heeded not his chaff,
For this saying made me laugh,
That “his tool box would be raffled by and by.”

When I became a journeyman
And started on the road,
With pockets light, but spirits always high,
I was never known to shirk
From the hardest kind of work,
But my tool box may be raffled by and by.

Sometimes I thought it hard
When I struck a stranger’s yard,
And a rumper worked with malice in his eye,
But I merely used to grin,
As I said, “My boy, go in,
But your tool box will be raffled by and by.”

You may often meet a sneak,
Who with manner soft and meek,
Will do his best to keep you on the sly.
Keep your eye on the lad,
Let this saying make you glad,
That “his tool box will be raffled by and by”

I must end my little song,
And be jogging right along,
My journey’s end is drawing very nigh;
Take my advice be fair,
Act the man, upon the square,
For your tool box may be raffled by and by.