Sung by Mrs. Della Kerr
DeValls Bluff, Ark.
Nov. 15, 1953
The Drunkard's Warning Dream
Why, comrade, you look hearty now, your clothes look neat and clean,
I haven't seen you drunk about; I pray where have you been?
Your wife and family all look well, you used to treat them strange,
But you are kinder to them now; how came this happy change?
It was a dream, a warning dream, that Heaven sent to me,
That dragged me from a drunkard's curse, reward, and misery,
My wages all were spent for drink, Oh, what a wretched life;
I almost broke my Molly's heart, and starved my children too.
My Molly's form did waste away, I saw her sunken eyes,
My babes on straw lay, I heard their wailing cries,
I danced and sung in drunken glee while Molly's tears did stream,
When like a beast I fell asleep and had this warning dream.
I dreamed I once more staggered home, there seemed a solemn gloom,
My wife not there (where could she be?) and strangers in the room;
I heard them say, "Poor thing, she's dead; she's wore a wretched life
Grief and want has broke her heart, to be a drunkard's wife."
I saw my children weeping 'round, they scarcely drew their breath;
They called and kissed her lifeless form, forever still as death;
"O Papa, come and wake her up; the people say she's dead;
Oh, make her speak and smile once more, and we'll never cry for bread
"She is not dead," I frankly cried, then rushed to where she lay;
Then madly kissed her once warm lips, forever cold cold as clay;
"Speak, Molly, speak one word to me; I'll never cause you pain;
I'll never grieve your loving heart, nor never drink again.
"Speak, Molly, speak. 'Tis Derman's (?) call.'' "So I do"she cried.
I woke and found my Molly's form a-knee ling at my side.
I pressed her to my throbbing heart while joyous tears did stream;
And ever since I've Heaven blessed for sending me that dream.
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