Drunkard's Doom, Lyric Variant 02


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Drunkard's Doom, Lyric Variant 02


One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in excellent physical condition. The document was laminated.


Folk songs -- United States Alcoholism -- Songs and music Desertion and non-support -- Songs and music Binge drinking -- Songs and music Death -- Songs and music

Alternative Title

The Drunkard Doom


W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

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I. G. Greer


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The Drunkard

I saw a man at early dawn
Sitting round a grocery door
His eyes were sunk, his lips
Were parched,
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 faltered unto the landlord:
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 elapsed, 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 overflowing bowl
Before it is too late.

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Drunkard's Doom, Lyric Variant 02

Document Title

The Drunkard

Scholarly Classification

Brown, Drink and Gambling Songs - 21 Randolph, 306

Dimensions - Original

216 mm x 279 mm

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Paul L. Robertson

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