Red-Light Saloon

Come all you young fellows I'll sing you a song
Take your attention it won't take me long
I'll sing you a song while fortune on me fell
While taking a stroll to the Royce [?] hotel.

It was in the last days of the month of July
With an extra connection with a train I did try
While at Muskegon I'd left there to doom
And pay a last visit to the Red Light Saloon

I boldly walked in and stepped up to the bar
And a pretty young damsel says, "Have a cigar."
I took a cigar and sat down in a chair
Finally this maiden came tripling 'round there.

She boldly walked up and sat on my knee
Saying, "You are a fine lad and that I can see
You a shantyboy for that I well know
For your muscle is hard from your head to your toe.

Then she played with my mustache and curled in my hair
She was not ugly I vow and declare [?]
I boldly stood up; Laying my cigar down
Said, "Modest fine one, we'll have a round.[?]

So she took me upstairs to her bedroom we went
The shutters were pulled down and at we went
I pulled out my dodger and gave it shove
A glorious feel from heaven above

I hold up back while my dodger did play
Then on her belly I panting did lay
She pulled at my mustache and on me did smile
Then you up-river bummer you've gotten me with child.

I slowly rolled off; The sweat it did roll down
To wash off my dodger she quickly few round
Some soap and some water to wash out her cunt
While tripling downstairs another victim to hunt

Come all you young fellows my song it is sung
If you ever a chance to Muskegon to run
Go seek this fair damsel; she's a rose full of rose [?]
She fucks for five dollars at the Red Light Saloon

August 27, 1940. Transcribed from the singing of John Christian, Coloma, Wisconsin.

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