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The Whiskey Seller Of all the crimes that ever has been, Sellin' whiskey is the greatest sin; Caused more sorrow, grief, an' woe Than anything else that I know- The old distiller an' the whiskey seller Has ruined many a clever feller; Caused more sorrow, grief, an' woe Than anything else that I know. You rob the rich man of his store An' cause him to beg from door to door You cause his wife an' children to mourn Because they have no home of their own. You rob the strong man of his stren'th, An' throw him in the mud full len'th, Leave him there for to curse an' roll, An' don't care nothin' for the pore man's soul. You rob the statesman of his brains, An' fiil his head with achin' pains; He's often in the gullies found A-feelin' upwards for the ground. You rob the children of their bread, An' they are hungry sent to bed; It causes them such bitter cries, An' makes tears flow from the mother's eyes. From Ozark Folksongs, Randolph Collected from Clint Maxwell, Joplin, MO 1922 note: A temperance song to the tune of Little Brown Jug. Randolph traced it back to late 1880s. Aside from "A-feelin' upwards for the ground", which I admire, it demonstrates that sincerity and fervor don't necessarily make for inspired literature. RG RG apr96
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