Temperance Poetry Circa 1895

(04/26/2001)

Transcribed by Norma Knotts Shaffer from microfilm of the Calhoun Chronicle dated 10/29/1895.

"Sing a song of penitence a fellow full of rye,
four and twenty serpents dancing before his eye.

When his eye was opened he shouted for his life,
wasn't he a pretty chump to go before his wife?

His hat was in the parlor, underneath a chair,
his boots were in the hall, his coat was on the stair.

His trousers in the kitchen   his collar on the shelf,
but he hadn't any notion where he was at himself.

When the morn was breaking someone heard him call,
his head was in the ice box, and that was best of all."