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Thread #89287   Message #1688227
Posted By: Jim Dixon
08-Mar-06 - 09:42 AM
Thread Name: ADD: Don't Send My Boy to Prison
Subject: Lyr Add: PARODY ON WIDOW'S PLEA FOR HER SON
The Cylinder Preservation and Digitization Project, which Joe Offer linked to above, is a worthy site to bookmark. I couldn't find the original WIDOW'S PLEA FOR HER SON there, but I found this (my transcription from the mp3 file):

PARODY ON WIDOW'S PLEA FOR HER SON
As sung by Will F. Denny,
6602: Edison Gold Moulded Record, [1902?]

One morning in the courthouse, a boy stood up for trial.
His father stood beside him. On his face, there was a smile.
The old man told the jury: "That was not my only son,
But I have got three more like him and I'll bring them one by one.

This boy was born on Sunday and I'll tell you, he's a beaut.
He'll take anything that isn't nailed, and never tells the truth."
The boy took out a cigarette and the jury near fell dead.
When he struck his father for a match, the old man loudly said:

"Remember, I'm his father, and his mother is my wife.
Don't let him off with ten years, but send him up for life;
And when he's tired of living, just keep him there for fun.
There's no one more ... than a father on his son."

Now the boy spoke to His Honor and he said: "Well, judge, you see,
Just let my father here go home and bring the other three.
The other ones are crooked; why, they can't lay straight in bed.
They'd steal the whiskers off your chin and they'd put hair on your head."

The jurymen all fainted and the boy called out for beer.
The judge he stood upon his head and the wind blew through his ear.
And now there's thirteen funerals, for the jurymen are dead,
And the judge lived twenty minutes; then, before he died, he said:

"My boy, you are a daisy. Through others don't be done.
No matter who your father was, you are your mother's son."
And as the old judge neared the end, before he met his death,
He shook his head and softly said with his last dying breath:

"My boy, you are a daisy. Through others don't be done.
No matter who your father was, you are your mother's son.
And if ever you get married, just have one boy for fun,
And if he's a sport, don't go to court, but kill the son-of-a-gun."