Father's a Drunkard, Lyric Variant 03
 


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“Father's a Drunkard, Lyric Variant 03,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed October 9, 2024, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31526.


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Title

Father's a Drunkard, Lyric Variant 03

Description

This item is part of the I. G. Greer Folksong Collection which consists of more than 300 individual song titles and their variants as collected by Isaac Garfield Greer (1881-1967) from informants, primarily in Ashe, Wilkes and Watauga counties. The collection includes manuscripts, typescript transcriptions produced by Dr. Greer’s clerical staff, and handwritten musical notations. Songs range from traditional Child Ballads, traditional English and Scottish ballads as well as their American variants, to 19th century popular music to musical compositions of local origin.

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

Alternative Title

A Drunkard

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Contributor

Greer, I. G. (Isaac Garfield), 1881-1967

Format

PDF

Language

English

Type

Text

Transcription

Father's 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, bouquets of flowers," I cried.
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.

File name

113_FathersADrunkard_Lyric_03

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