Collected by Mary Shand Transcribed by M. C. Parler
Andrew Minks Fayetteville, Ark November 3, 1963
Reel 423, Item 17
The Drunkard's Hell
I had a dream the other night,
I seen and heard an awful sight,
The lightning flashed and the thunder rolled, Above this dark and benighted soul.
I saw a gulf far down below,
Where all poor dying drunkards go,
I knew that I had surely fell
This was my doom, the drunkard's hall
I started out, got there at last.
And thought I'd drink a social glass,
But every time I stirred it well,
I thought about the drunkard's Hell.
I started then to change my life,
To go and see my neglected wife,
I found her weeping by her bed,
Because her darling babe was dead.
I tuk her by the lily-white hand,
She was so weak she could not stand,
I laid her down and prayed a prayer,
That God might bless and save us there.
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