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Thread #54759   Message #855463
Posted By: MMario
30-Dec-02 - 03:49 PM
Thread Name: Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman
Subject: Lyr Add: McKINLEY BROOK
(George Calhoun)
(From the singing of David A. Smith)

The rain does down in torrents pour
and fast it spash-es on the floor
for our old camp leaks rath-er free
for com-fort, as you plain-ly see.

Perhaps the Lord he does intend
a little deluge for to send
To drown this whole McKinley crew,
For they deserve it well, it's true.

Their nights are oft in gambling passed
And some will win tobacco fast,
And then like Satan they will cheat;
and swear at cards, they can't be beat.

Now, one a vulgar song will sing
and make the lonely forest ring.
To dance and gamble, sing and swear,
Few crews can with those men compare.

Out in the dark they dare not stay,
for fear Old Nick takes them away.
They mimic everyone they hear;
The best at this is Alec Grier.

But half of them are going away,
Ande if they git in Kenney's way,
I hope he'll make them sore repent
the way they have this winter spent.

But if he makes a change in them
and turns them all to pious men,
Then I will say there's hope for all
And Satan's kingdom soon shall fall!