Father's a Drunkard, Lyric Variant 02
 


Citation

“Father's a Drunkard, Lyric Variant 02,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed June 30, 2022, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31525.


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Title

Father's a Drunkard, Lyric Variant 02

Description

One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in good physical condition. The document was laminated. There are lamination-related creases at the left edge of the document. The upper left corner and the lower left corner were folded into the laminate. There is a minor tear at the left top edge. There are minor stains of unknown origin on the document. The document is a carbon duplicate.

Subject

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

Source

None

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Date Created

7/24/2008

Contributor

I. G. Greer

Rights

The images and audio files contained in the "So Mote It Ever Be: The Folksong Heritage of North Carolina's Northern Blue Ridge Mountains" collection are available for free personal, non-commercial, and educational use, provided that proper citation is used (e.g. I. G. Greer/W. Amos Abrams Manuscript Files Series, Folksong Files Subseries. W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection. Special Collections. Appalachian State University, Boone, NC). Any commercial use of the materials without the written permission of Appalachian State University is strictly prohibited. Please contact the Appalachian State University W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection with specific questions or with requests for further information.

Format

pdf

Language

English
English

Type

Typescript

Transcription

A Drunkard

When I was lad, I had a bad dad,
I mean he was bad in a way,
Every nickle and cent for liquor he spent,
Till death came and stole him away.
Chorus.
"Flowers, boquets of flowers," I cry.
I may not look neat
While walking the street,
While working for Mother and I.

My mother took sick, they said she would die,
But to bear all her troubles she strove.
She called me to her bed, what do you recon she said?
To meet her in Heaven above.

Oh, tell me a man who never did wrong,
Who never stayed out at night,
Who stayed at his home and minded his own,
And rocked his dear children to sleep.

Classification Title

Father's a Drunkard, Lyric Variant 02

Document Title

A Drunkard

Dimensions - Original

216 mm x 280 mm

Upload Date

2013-09-26

File name

113_FathersADrunkard_Lyric_02

Transcription Date

2008-07-24

Transcribed By

Paul L. Robertson

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