The Drunkard's Doom

At dawn of day I saw a man
Stand by a grog sink
His eyes were sunk, his lips were parched
Oh that's the drunkard's do
His little son stood by his side
And to his father said
Father, mother's sick at home
And sister cries for bread

He rose and staggered to the bar
As oft he'd done before
And to the landlord grimly said
Just fill me one glass more
He raised the glass with trembling hand
And drank the liquor red
He drank while wife and children starved
And sister cried for bread

A year had passed I went that way
A hearse stood at the door
I paused to ask and one replied
The drunkard is no more
I saw the hearse move slowly on
No wife nor child was there

For they had gone on long before
And left this world of care
Now all young men this warning take
And shun the poison bowl
It'll lead you down to hell's dark gate
And ruin your lovely soul