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25 Mar 98 - 06:26 PM (#24583) Subject: Don't Sell Daddy Anymore Whisky From: Newfoundlander Looking for the lyrics for this old song. Don't know the writer or singer. |
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25 Mar 98 - 08:39 PM (#24605) Subject: RE: Don't Sel Daddy Anymore Whisky From: Dale Rose The song you are asking about was recorded by Phyllis Boyens on Rounder 162. I don't think it is available anymore, but I could be wrong. Boyens is quite remarkable, she is the daughter of noted folk singer Nimrod Workman (one of thirteen children) and also played Loretta Lynn's mother in A Coal Miner's Daughter.
Closest other song that I can come up with is Please Don't Sell My Pappy No More Rum, by Clayton McMichen in his post Skilletlicker days. I'm afraid I can't come up with all the words, though. I had it on a blue label Decca 78 long ago.
Please don't sell my Pappy no more rum, I'm afeared he'll come home drunk and whup mommie and me . . . (I know, dreadful sentiment there) |
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25 Mar 98 - 10:41 PM (#24621) Subject: RE: Don't Sel Daddy Anymore Whisky From: Frank Maher Hi Newfoundlander, I will have that Song for You in the near Future. I have It on Tape and all I have to do is find It among the multitude of Tapes I have. Give Me a few days. All the best Frank |
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26 Mar 98 - 01:27 PM (#24649) Subject: RE: Don't Sel Daddy Anymore Whisky From: Newfoundlander Hello Frank. Just want to let you know that Gene Graham E-mailed me the song. Hope you get this message before you go to the trouble of writing it out. Thank You for the response. |
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26 Mar 98 - 02:50 PM (#24656) Subject: RE: Don't Sel Daddy Anymore Whisky From: mm Surely you mean Please don't sell my daddy no more wine, no more wine, momma don't want him drinkin all the time? |
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28 Mar 98 - 02:15 PM (#24771) Subject: RE: Don't Sel Daddy Anymore Whisky From: dick greenhaus Newfoundlander (or Gene)- could you post 'em here? |
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28 Mar 98 - 08:16 PM (#24810) Subject: RE: Don't Sel Daddy Anymore Whisky From: MAG Harmony Sisters (ie, Hazel Dickens and Alice Gerrard) recorded this -- Alice is Mrs. Mike Seeger and it might be filed there. |
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29 Mar 98 - 06:11 PM (#24841) Subject: Lyr Add: DON'T SELL DADDY ANY MORE WHISKEY From: Newfoundlander Here's the lyrics for Don't Sell Daddy Anymore Whiskey. DON'T SELL DADDY ANY MORE WHISKEY
I walked down the street of an old country town
CHORUS: Don't sell daddy any more whiskey.
He treats us so good whenever he's sober, (Repeat Chorus) |
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12 May 03 - 10:25 AM (#950995) Subject: RE: Don't Sell Daddy Anymore Whisky From: wilco This was a big song for Molly O'Day, and there is a baby crying in the background, through the whole song! It just breaks your heart. It's on the Bear set "Molly O'Day & the Clinch Mtn. Folks." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=usgGQVFCiUk |
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12 May 03 - 01:30 PM (#951138) Subject: RE: Don't Sell Daddy Any more Whisky From: Midchuck Joe Val recorded it too. Blow the tweeters right out of your speakers and break all the living room windows, if you play it loud. Peter. |
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12 May 03 - 07:04 PM (#951341) Subject: Lyr Add: PLEASE SELL NO MORE DRINK TO MY FATHER From: Joe_F Cf. PLEASE SELL NO MORE DRINK TO MY FATHER Please, sir, will you listen a moment? I've something important to say. My mother has sent you a message. Receive it in kindness, I pray. It's of father, poor father, I'm speaking. You know him: he's called "Ragged Gore" [?]. But we love him and hope we may save him If you promise to sell him no more. Please sell no more drink to my father: It makes him so strange and so wild! Heed the prayer of my heartbroken mother, And pity the poor drunkard's child. My father came home yestereven, Reeled home through the mud and the rain. He upset the lamp on our table And struck my sick mother again. Then all through the hours till the morning He lay on our cold kitchen floor, And this morning he's sick and he's sorry: Please promise to sell him no more. When sober, he loves us so dearly -- No father is kinder than he. He wishes so much to stop drinking, But this is the trouble, you see: He cannot resist the temptation He feels when he passes your door As he goes to his work in the morning. Please promise to sell him no more. -- On Elsa Lanchester, _Bawdy Cockney Songs_, Everest 2065 S.|m.m.m.m.r.d.|m.r........ d.|T.l.s.f.m.r.|m.......... S.|m.m.m.m.r.d.|m.r........ d.|T.l.s.f.L.T.|d.......... Td|r.s.s.s.4..l|m.r........ r.|r.l.l.l.s..l|t.......... Td|r.s.s.s.4..l|m.r........ r.|m.t.d |
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12 May 03 - 09:03 PM (#951420) Subject: RE: Don't Sell Daddy Any more Whisky From: masato sakurai Joe Val's "Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whiskey" is at The Record Lady's All-Time Country Favorites (Real Country Page 14). ~Masato |
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14 May 03 - 06:33 AM (#952345) Subject: RE: Don't Sell Daddy Any more Whisky From: GUEST,stevey I am requesting the lyrics oof Please don't sell my dady no more wine no more wine..... |
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14 May 03 - 06:49 AM (#952356) Subject: RE: Don't Sell Daddy Any more Whisky From: masato sakurai Recording of "Please Don't Sell My Daddy No More Wine" (Wanda Jackson) is at The Record Lady's All-Time Country Favorites (REQUESTS PAGE SIX). ~Masato |
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14 May 03 - 06:53 AM (#952358) Subject: RE: Don't Sell Daddy Any more Whisky From: masato sakurai GUEST,stevey, it's posted HERE. |
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17 Oct 06 - 09:05 AM (#1861230) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky From: GUEST,Ray who is the original singer of don't sell daddy any more whiskey |
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17 Oct 06 - 11:07 AM (#1861292) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky From: SINSULL Hope someone is planning to perform these at the Getaway workshop on Temperance. |
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18 Oct 06 - 10:50 PM (#1862841) Subject: Lyr Add: DON'T SELL TO MY BOY (Cake, Strong; 1885) From: Jim Dixon Here's another temperance song from The Library of Congress American Memory Collection: DON'T SELL TO MY BOY Words, Lu B. Cake. Music, W. F. Strong. 1885. 1. Don't, I pray you, don't do it again. A mother's fond hope you'll destroy. If you must tempt the souls of the men, I beg you, don't sell to my boy. He's my all, yes, all I have left, A mother's sole treasure and stay. Will you take this one joy of my life? Oh, don't lead my poor boy astray. CHORUS: Oh, I beg you, don't do it again. A mother's fond hope you'll destroy. God knows it's too strong for the men. Don't, don't tempt the poor erring boy. 2. Oh, they tell me you're rich, that at home, Your loved ones have all that they will. Can you take from a mother her all To put a few cents in your till? Could you hear all the pray'rs I have said, And feel all the sorrow I've known, Could you see all the tears I have shed, Your heart would be full as my own. 3. Oh, the watching and waiting of years, Their tears and their toil and their care, For the babe of my breast, for my boy, For those I now plead, and my pray'r, For this life of my life now I beg. Oh, tell me you'll sell him no more, And the plea of a mother now heard, May turn back a curse from your door. |
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21 Oct 06 - 11:10 PM (#1865412) Subject: Lyr Add: DON'T SELL MY DEAR FATHER RUM From: Jim Dixon There seems to be a bunch of these! From here: DON'T SELL MY DEAR FATHER RUM by C. Ross. Sedalia: Perry & Son, A. W., 1883. 1. Don't sell him another drink, please. He's reeling already, you see. I fear when he comes home tonight, He'll bear my poor mother and me. She's waiting in darkness and cold And dreading to hear him come. He beats us so bad when he's drunk. Oh, don't sell him any more rum! 2. I heard mother praying last night. She thought I was quite sound asleep. She prayed God her husband to save, His soul from temptation to keep. She cried like her poor heart would break, So thinking to comfort her some, I told her I'd beg you today Not to sell my poor dear father rum. 3. Why don't you keep something to sell That will not make people so sad? That will not make dear mothers grieve, And kind fathers cruel and bad? Ah, me! It is hard, I can see. You're angry because I have come. Forgive a poor sad little girl, And please don't sell her dear father rum. |
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22 Oct 06 - 09:03 AM (#1865585) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky From: The Fooles Troupe I remember an old one about the little barefoot daughter trying to persuade her drunken father to come home - it was a favourite of my grandfather. |
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22 Oct 06 - 09:14 AM (#1865594) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky From: The Fooles Troupe Meem to remember very little about it except the time kept being mentioned... |
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22 Oct 06 - 05:08 PM (#1865897) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky From: SINSULL Foolstroupe, "Father Dear Father, Come Home" |
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23 Oct 06 - 05:08 AM (#1866272) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky From: The Fooles Troupe That sounds like rather like it SINS - it was very popular as a recitation too. |
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23 Oct 06 - 09:22 AM (#1866411) Subject: Lyr Add: COME HOME FATHER (Henry Clay Work)^^^ From: Lin in Kansas There was yet another that I can't remember the name of. Had to do with a little girl in a wheelchair who went to get her daddy out of the bar, but in his drunken rage he knocked her out of her chair and killed her. I know I had it on a CD, but since we didn't play the maudlin thing much, I can't remember who by or the name of the song. Anyway, it was different from any of those posted, or this one below. Foolesgroupe, is this the one you were thinking of? Lin "COME HOME, FATHER."^^^ Words and music by Henry Clay Work Chicago: Root & Cady, 1864. "'tis the Song of Little Mary Standing at the bar-room door, While the shameful midnight revel Rages wildly as before." 1. Father, dear father, come home with me now! The clock in the steeple strikes one; You said you were coming right home from the shop, As soon as your day's work was done. Our fire has gone out—our house is all dark— And mother's been watching since tea, With poor brother Benny so sick in her arms, And no one to help her but me. Come home! come home! come home! Please father, dear father, come home. CHORUS: Hear the sweet voice of the child, Which the night-winds repeat as they roam! Oh who could resist this most plaintive of prayers? "Please, father, dear father, come home!" 2. Father, dear father, come home with me now! The clock in the steeple strikes two; The night has grown colder, and Benny is worse— But he has been calling for you. Indeed he is worse—Ma says he will die, Perhaps before morning shall dawn; And this is the message she sent me to bring— "Come quickly, or he will be gone." Come home! come home! come home! Please father, dear father, come home. CHORUS 3. Father, dear father, come home with me now! The clock in the steeple strikes three; The house is so lonely—the hours are so long For poor weeping mother and me. Yes, we are alone—poor Benny is dead, And gone with the angels of light; And these were the very last words that he said— "I want to kiss Papa good night." Come home! come home! come home! Please father, dear father, come home. CHORUS |
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23 Oct 06 - 07:34 PM (#1866813) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky From: The Fooles Troupe Pretty sure that's it Lin - you didn't quote any author, etc I seem to remember it being in my Queensland Primary School Reader in the 1950s... if not there, it was somewhere else that I remember accessing a lot. "Father, dear father, come home with me now, The clock in the steeple strikes one;" .. and the dying child - rip the heartstrings out by the handfuls.... :-) ahhh - those were the days... anyone got a tune for this? Robin - deep in Reminiscences... :-) |
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23 Oct 06 - 08:14 PM (#1866832) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky From: Snuffy The author is apparently the prolific Henry Clay Work - Come Home Father (with tune) was the original and Billy Bennett did a comic monologue which paraodies much of it and actually begins with the same lines "Father, dear father, come home with me now, The clock in the steeple strikes one;" |
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09 May 08 - 11:49 AM (#2336589) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky From: GUEST,Pat Stone I remember hearing this song when I was about 3 or 4 years old and I cryed every time I heard it because the baby was crying. DON'T SELL DADDY ANY MORE WHISKEY I walked down the street of an old country town And passed by an old whiskey store I saw a little boy,his clothes were so shabby I stopped and I stood by the door I want you to listen,for I am repeating The words that I heard the boy say cho: Don't sell daddy anymore whiskey I know it will take him away We are all hungry and mamma is weeping Don't sell him no whiskey today He treats us so good whenever he's sober And tells us that he loves us so But a bottle of whiskey drives any man crazy I'm telling you this cause I know He beats my mommy and brothers We have no shoes on our feet |
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12 May 08 - 12:18 AM (#2338092) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky From: Jim Dixon The sheet music for COME HOME FATHER by Henry Clay Work, can be seen at The Lester S. Levy Collection of Sheet Music |
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10 Mar 09 - 02:47 AM (#2585323) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky From: GUEST,Brian Bertie The follow up song to Dont sell daddy any more whiskey was "Whiskey took my daddy away" and Peggy O'Neil recorded both of them in the 50's |
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11 Mar 09 - 11:08 AM (#2586388) Subject: Lyr Add: THE CHILD'S APPEAL (Nellie H. Bradley) From: Jim Dixon From The Onward Reciter, Volume XIII, edited by Thomas E. Hallsworth (London: S. W. Partridge & Co., 1884): THE CHILD'S APPEAL. Mrs. Nellie H. Bradley. (This incident is a true one. The writer heard a lady tell of her sending her little girl after her drunken father, and of the words the child used.) 1. Please don't sell my poor father rum, He's reeling already, you see; I'm 'fraid when he gets home to-night He'll beat my dear mother and me. Alone in our dark little room She's dreading to hear him come He treats us so bad when he's drunk— Oh! don't sell him any more rum. 2. I heard mother praying last night (She thought I was quite sound asleep); She asked God her husband to save, His soul from temptation to keep. She cried like her poor heart would break; So, thinking 'twould comfort her some, I told her I'd beg you to-day Not to let him have any more rum. 3. Why don't you have something to sell That will not make people so sad, That will not make dear mothers grieve, And kind fathers cruel and bad? Won't Jesus be angry with you, And punish you for it some day, If you keep on doing the thing That's breaking folks' hearts in this way? 4. The Bible says, "Woe unto him That giveth his neighbour strong drink"; That "woe" means a curse, mother says— Don't drive me out, please, for I think I ought to stay here till he goes; I must help him home if I can, For, if he should fall in the street, Who'd care for a poor, drunken man? Ah! me, it is hard—and I know You're angry because I have come; Forgive a poor, sad little girl And don't sell my dear father rum! |
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11 Mar 09 - 12:29 PM (#2586437) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky From: Jim Dixon PLEASE SELL NO MORE DRINK TO MY FATHER Words by Mrs. Frank B. Pratt. Music by C. A. White. Copyright 1884 by White, Smith & Co. You can see the sheet music for this song in Folio: A Journal of Music, Drama, Art and Literature (Boston: White, Smith & Company, Volume XXV, Number 1, January, 1884) |
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13 Aug 09 - 08:43 PM (#2699851) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky From: GUEST Original singer was Matty O'Neil. I know the words of the follow up song, 'Whiskey Took My Daddy away' |
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20 May 11 - 08:30 PM (#3157852) Subject: Lyr Add: DADDY COME HOME / DONKEY DEATH (Bodleian) From: Q (Frank Staplin) Lyr. Add: Daddy Come Home, or the Donkey Death Daddy, dear daddy, come home with me now, The clock on the stairs has struck one. The tom-cat has got kittens and gone up the flue, And a row in the house has began, Our fire has gone out, but the balliffs come in, And they look just like having a spree, The poor patient donkey is sick in his stall, And won't take his physic for me. Come home. come home, come home, Dear daddy, please daddy, come home. Daddy, dear daddy, come home with me now, The clock on the stairs has struck two. The row is all over but the donkey is worse, I think he's been crying for you, The horse doctor has seen him, and says he will die, And guesses his weight at ten stone, And this is the message he sent me to say, He will buy the jackass when gone. Daddy, dear daddy, come home with me now, The clock on the stairs has struck three, The house is ransack'd and left empty quite, There's nothing but the donkey and me, The cat's on the tiles, the donkey is dead, His spirit has taken its flight, But all is not lost, the horse doctor says, He'll be chopped into sausage tonight. J. Brueton Birmingham, Harding B15(81). Also Firth b.28(13). Mid-Late 19th C. Bodleian Collection. One of probably many parodys of the Henry Clay Work song (in DT). Also temperance parodies. |
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21 May 11 - 05:02 AM (#3158005) Subject: Lyr Add: THE DRUNKARD'S RAGGIT WEAN From: Jim McLean This is a Scottish version my father sang to us as kids. He always substituted the last half of the last line of each verse with the name of whatever child he was singing to e.g. "Puir wee Jimmie McLean." The tune was Castles in the Air THE DRUNKARD'S RAGGIT WEAN A considerable increase in the consumption of alcohol was one of the by-products of the Industrial Revolution and the dreadful living conditions endured by of most of those crammed into the hastily built towns. This, in turn, gave rise to the temperance movement, attempting to turn people away from the evils of drink. The poem below, by James P Crawford (1825-1887) was written in 1855. It was one of the most successful and frequently performed in the temperance movement of its time. Crawford was a tailor and the poem (which also had music written to accompany it) was said to have been written in a United Presbyterian Church in Glasgow, while the minister was delivering a long sermon. The Drunkard's Raggit Wean A wee bit raggit laddie gangs wan'rin' through the street, Wadin' 'mang the snaw wi' his wee hackit feet, Shiverin' i' the cauld blast, greetin' wi' the pain- Wha's the puir wee callan? He's a drunkard's raggit wean. He stan's at ilka door, an' keeks wi' wistfu' e'e To see the crowd aroun' the fire a' laughin' loud wi' glee; But he daurna venture ben, though his heart be e'er sae fain, For he mauna play wi' ither bairns, the drunkard's raggit wean. Oh, see the wee bit bairnie, his heart is unco fu', The sleet is blawin' cauld, and he's droukit through and through; He's speerin' for his mither, an' he won'ers whare she's gane: But oh ! his mither, she forgets her puir wee raggit wean. He kens nae faither's love, and he kens nae mither's care, To soothe his wee bit sorrows, or kaim his tautit hair, To kiss him when he waukens, or smooth his bed at e'en; An' oh ! he fears his faither's face, the drunkard's raggit wean. Oh, pity the wee laddie, sae guileless an' sae young! The oath that lea's the faither's lips 'll settle on his tongue, An' sinfu' words his mither speaks his infant lips 'll stain; For oh! there's nane to guide the bairn, the drunkard's raggit wean. Then surely we micht try an' turn that sinfu' mither's heart, An' try to get his faither to act a faither's part, An' mak' them lea' the drunkard's cup, an' never taste again, An' cherish wi' a parents' care their puir wee raggit wean. Meaning of unusual words: Raggit Wean=child with ragged clothes hackit=cracked, grazed greetin'=crying puir wee callan=poor, small lad ilka=every keeks=peeps ben=within fain=affectionate, in love mauna=must not bairns=children unco fu'=very drunk droukit=soaked through speerin'=asking kens=knows kaim=comb tautit=matted, tangled |
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21 May 11 - 07:17 AM (#3158066) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky From: Gutcher Jim--the words you give for "T.D.R.W." are more or less those that I have been singing for more years than I care to remember. From soughin owre the words to Castles In The Air I would say that the tune that I have from oral tradition and sing it to is slightly different. An article in a local paper,--The Ayr Advertiser?-- The Cumnock Chronicle? in the early 1960s on the Rev. Hamilton Paul,a minister in Ayr and one of the nine men who attended the first Burns supper in Alloway in 1801, stated that he composed "T.D.R.W." and "The Wee Bit Slippy Stane" with some others that I no longer remember. Joe. |
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21 May 11 - 08:55 AM (#3158111) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky From: Jim McLean Joe, Yes my father sang slightly different words ... about 70 years ago. The tune is also almost the same as Wee Willie Winkie. There is a second part to the tune Castles in the Air but I don't remember him singing that, just the same melody, the first part, for all verses. |
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21 May 11 - 01:44 PM (#3158248) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky From: Gutcher Jim--since going all modern with this computer I have found my first written version of T.D.R.W. This consists of three verses and a chorus from a 1914 American publication called "The Live Wire-Collection of Prohibation Songs" there the tune is said to have been written by J.P.Crawford. No mention is made of who wrote the words. Forbye the article mentioned in a local newspaper [and it may have been The Ayrshire Post] I have seen it given as composed by Hamilton Nimmo. The music is given in the publication. If you are a reader you may be kind enough to let me know how it compares with the tunes mentioned by you. Joe. |
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21 May 11 - 03:56 PM (#3158327) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky From: Jim McLean Joe, I am a reader. I'll try Googling "The Live Wire-Collection of Prohibition Songs" |
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21 May 11 - 03:59 PM (#3158329) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky From: Jim McLean Sorry Joe, I can't find anything to read. Can you advise where I can see the music? |
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21 May 11 - 05:31 PM (#3158366) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky From: Gutcher Hello Jim sorry about abortive search. look under "Sacred Scotch Solos" Scroll down Hymns Index. Joe. |
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21 May 11 - 06:03 PM (#3158377) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky From: Jim McLean Joe, the tune is definitely Castles in the Air and only the words are by Crawford. I see they are using the last verse as a chorus and setting it to the second part of the tune. I think this is someone's personal arrangement. It doesn't use all the verses and there is no suggestion in Crawford's poem that there is a chorus. The tune is sometimes called Bonnie Jean frae Aberden and Ballantyne put words to it and called it Castles in the Air. Think also on The Ball o' Kirriemuir (melody, of course!) |
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22 May 11 - 07:52 AM (#3158604) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky From: Gutcher Thanks Jim. This explains why when I heard a tape of the late Tam Reid singing this one I thought he had put it to a bothy ballad tune. When I can find the time I will go through the newspaper archives and dig up the article on Hamilton Paul and see what the claim for him are based on. This will involve a search of a maximum of 468 papers as I can limit the search to a three year period, these being weekly productions. Joe. |
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23 Feb 15 - 03:50 PM (#3689210) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky From: GUEST hi i dont know the songs name but the little boy sit in a bar with a man and then he starts singin? |