Collected by Merlin Mitchell Reel 34
Transcribed by Kyle Perrin Item 6
April 15, 1950
I use to dress well,
And cut a big swell,
With a fine beaver hat on my head;
Wore several f i n e suits
With my f i v e dollar boots,
And a very f i n e chap, i t was said.
So I ' d take i t by l i t t l e s,
Digest my vittles,
Making a new b o i l e r make steam;
One night I drunk f r e e,
Got on a big spree,
And the landlord he sold me the toddy;
He beat me with blows,
He thumped my red nose,
So roughly he handled my body.
My money a l l spent,
Had no where t o go,
That night I lodged in a hog pen.
Hogs being displeased,
They snuffled and sneezed,
And they covered me up with t h e i r noses;
They chewed up my hat
Both greasy and f l a t,
And t o r e up one half of my s h i r t;
With my hat brim tore,
Hung down before,
And my nose i t stuck s t r a i g h t out between.
The g i r l s they would cry
When me they did spy,
The boys would giggle and shout;
Says, look at his head!
Oh, haint his nose red!
By j o l l y his eyes is jobbed out.
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