Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1851-03-21
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Thossl stag'Fing blind and bloated mopers,
WhOgo abnat with big red noses,
Aad cheeks as purple, sir, as roses
Yoa cannot make this gentry think,
That they are injured yet by drink,
No more than yea can make eAr,
Work at a carl, or pull a plough.
The reason is, they have no rcGsen,
And argument with them is treason.
IsaW two poor old bloated sOts,
Not long since, with their jugs and pots
OF liquor, near q aehiskey bdTra,-
Whose names l think we're Jones and Harrell.
In passing BY, | heard Jones say,
What think ye, neighbor Harrell, pray
OF these ere,=heh-Sons er Temperance? 4
Why darn 'em, every ones a Ounce.
What right have they TO bother Us,
AndskicE up sich a tarnal fuss
Becase we-heh-thinks it right 10 take,
A ieetlsf for the-heh-@stomaeh's sakei
Well theme observation-disclosures srack,
: So Harrell, here's to - apple Jack
And rum and gin and whiskey too"
And down with that cold water crew.
Well this is-heh-darR good liquor, Jones,
ltdoes me good through skin and bones
"sYes sir rec" the real sort
And cost me-heh-ffteen cents er quart
Wsi-heh-hfteen cents was cheap enough
For sch good, strong old mellow stuff.
Where did you git it--heh-neighbor Jones,
bought it-heh-er old Bag Of Bones"
Old Bones ha--bless the good old fellow,
His liquor is-heh, is SO good and mellow.
l used to get my liquor there,
And let me tell you, Jones, heb, l swear,
Though people tries to put him down,
Thar arnt a better man in town;
les true, he loves the dimes and quarters,
n - =. H..
No that he don't, old, heb, Bones creed
L 70 have bis liquor beara bead;
Nov see hers, Howell, thar's a bead
Almost a. big as, heb, punkin seed.
Now that's, heb, " some punkins," too, ] think,
Let's have another social drink.
Come, LET'S I'll up, now, heb, to the brim,
And then we'll be in proper trim,
To argy with them temperance folks,
That laughs at US, and sneers and jokes,
And makes SIGH big tremendous speeches,
They're ct to split their, heb, mouths and bree-
cbes,
Ha, ha, Howell, heb, you's a host,
Cone, let us have a first rate toast.
Well here's 10 yon, kind neighbor Jones.
And here's to good old. heb, Bag Of Bones,
MAY ho i've long, to sell good liquor,
And you drink on and, heh, die no quicker,
And here's to all the female sex,
And ropes for all, heb, tetototlers necks;
And here's to old king Alcohol,
And his good subjects, heb, one and all,
Long may they live to drink and revel,
And when they die, heb, escape the devil.
Good good ~int-rate, I'll, heb, drink to that,
Harrell, you can . take my hat!"
swar, old fellow, you's er buster.
So come along and, heb, let 60 muster
Up some pipes and take q smoke!
No, stop, let's have another, heb, soak
Of this good liquor fore we 60!
Well, well, heb, / never answers no.
So to the brim, once more, they FLIED
Their mugs, and down the poison swiiled,
Then smacked their mouths well pleased tt
think,
That they had swallowed one more drink.
The jog now emptied, up they got
And tried to travel, but could noti
So rceiing, down went poor old Ha-rel
Rolling on a whissey barrel,
And stag'ring back, down went the bones,
Hard cnthe ground, Of poor old Jones'
So passing on, | left them there
Unable hand or foot to stir.
Now N conclus'oh' Ea"es HA'
Tray iet ne your Lsshnon, eah'
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Lnal h9u9s nyqlss al manAino
linen, y, aear lauies' TINS De true,
no less tnan man ~ INJURIES you.
anuecu' l tn,n l may assert
Inat more tnan man, II ooes you nurt-
kor, wnat 81 bitterness OF woe.
From DARK intemperance doth now,
Into human sorrow : cup,
roor woman : YOU must urlhk
Wnen me nusDanp, once 80 Sinu'
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