Sung for Arthur Kyle Davis, Jr., by Lambert Davis of Lynchburg, Va., some time in the 1930s.

The line in brackets is mainly guesswork. It's nearly inaudible.


O, there was a rich man in the days of Methusalem
Glory alla malorium,
O Rogerum.
He gave swell parties to the nobs of Jerusalem
Glory alla malorium,
O Rogerum.

O Rogerum
O Rogerum
O sling a maling amalorium
O Rogerum.

[Similarly:]

[Poor lived a man who was worked just like a patrium]....
He lived on the crumbs that fell off the rich man’s tablium.....

The poor man died and he went up to heav’nium....
They set him down by the starboard side of Abrium.....

The rich man died and he didn’t fare so wellium....
The devil came along and fetched him off to hellium....

He asked Old Nick won’t you fetch a drink of wat’rium?...
The devil he replied, O this ain’t no swell hotelium.....

So my friends, well, if you are dry or sobrium...,
You may thank your lucky stars that you are stony brokium.