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 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.