From pg 6 of the Hubert Canfield Collection. Dated ca 1926.

COMING HOME FROM THE WAKE

If you go to the wake, I'll tell you to beware,
If you go to the wake, young Roger will be there,
And he'll take you in his arms to shield you from all harms,
In the morning you'll be sorry coming from the wake.

The wake being over, and morning coming on,
Roger took Nellie through the fields of corn,
Said Roger to Nellie, let's sit down and have a chat,
And I'll show you the game that they call, Shoot the Cat.

They sat down on a rock as you may suppose,
And pretty soon Roger began to pull up Nellie's clothes;
Said Nellie to Roger, Now what are you at?
Said Roger to Nellie, Why I'm going to shoot your cat.

Six month passed by, and three more a-coming on,
Nellie brought forth a charming son,
We will name it, we will name it, we will name it for his sake,
We will name it Shoot-the-Kitten-Coming-Home-from-the-Wake.

And when this young bastard had grown to be a man,
He went down town with his cock in his hand,
And every lady he met he'd give it a little shake,
And then he'd shoot their kitten coming home from the wake.

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