Drunkard's Doom, Lyric Variant 01
One leaf typewritten in blue ink on the front. The document is in good physical condition. The document was laminated. The lower left corner was folded into the laminate. There is a significant tear at the lower left edge. There is a minor tear at the left bottom edge. There are numerous textual corrections handwritten in black ink.
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The Drunkard Doom
W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University
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I saw a man at early dawn
Sitting round a grocery door
His eyes were sunk, his lips
As I viewed him o'er and o'er.
A little boy stood by his side
And unto him did say:
Dear father, Mother's sick at home
And sister cries for bread
He turned around, went in at the door
And staggering up to the bar
He faltering unto the landlord said:
Just give me one drink more.
The host obeyed at this command
And again filled up the bowl
He drank while wife and children starved
And ruined his own soul
A year had elasped, I passed that way.
A crowd had gathered round.
I paused to ask the reason why
One replied, the drunkard is no more
I saw a hearse move slowly along.
No wife nor children were there,
They had gone before the murderer
And left this world of care.
Come all you jolly dram drinkers
by this a warning take
And quit the over flowing bowl
Before it is too late