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Re: Your Grandfather's Collection Status: ROX-Status: AEd-Let
me first say that I am indebted to you for your response, as I
have greatly enjoyed MThe Erotic Muse." I believe it to be one
the finer books that I have read on the subject. My grandfather,
Hubert Canfield, collected most of this material in the
midl920,s by soliciting contributions in nationwide
publications. While the material itself is of interest, of
almost greater interest is the correspondance that is extant.
(There are several letters from Gordon.)I have taken the
precaution of xeroxing the material, as the acid paper on which
much of it is written is degenerating. I have it out of harm's
way. I would be happy to send you the complete xerox
collection on the condition that it be returned at some future
time so that the originals do not have to undergo further
stress.Jeff MorganBox 79Point Pleasant, PA 18950215 297-
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<cray@bcf.use.edu>From: mollyh@voicenet.com (Jeff
Morgan)Subject: Canfield papersX-Mailer: <PC Eudora Version
1.4>Status: ROX-Status: AEd, I was curious if you've had a
chance to look over these yet. As you can see, my email
address has changed. Hubert Canfield7s daughter is Mary Grace
Canfield, my aunt, and she would be willing to share whatever
thoughts and recollections she has on Hubert and the papers
with you. Her address is RR 1, Box 1400, Sedgewick ME 04676
Phone # 207 359-8565.She told me in some conversations that we
had, that the papers were often brought outafterdinner when
there was company, at which time Hubert used to say "Time to
send the brats off to bed."Jeff Morgan
July 29, 1995
Dear Ed,
Here they are, and I hope they are up to your expectations.I
had to print dark on some of them because the originals in some
cases had faded, and in some spots red ink was used.
When I received these in 1993, they were in no apparent order,
actually they were very much in disorder, my suspicion being that
the entire volume was produced at parties for entertainment
purposes and this resulted in pieces being misplaced ,and probably
some were lost as well.
I believe Hubert Canfield was quite serious about the
publication of this material, but I don't know what stopped him.
Perhaps it was financial, as one of the pages has some mathematical
figures on it. Much of the material is extant elsewhere, though
possibly not in these variations. Some of it is obscure.
The copies that you will find stapled together, I am almost
100% sure were meant to be together either as submissions, or as
rough drafts. I based these groupings on types of paper submitted,
handwritting, or subject matter, but I am by no means an authority,
and I have left as single sheets anything I wasn't sure of.
Some of the pages had notes on the back of them, and these I
have copied onto the backs of the copies in case there is any
relevance there.
In any case, if you have any questions about the originals, I
will be more than happy to double check for you.
The final disposition of the papers is a decision that I'm
going to have to get some family input on, but most likely they
will end up in the appropiate archive. I will also contact my aunt,
Mary Grace Canfield Bischof, and will arrange for you to speak with
her as her input on all of this will be invaluable. My father may
also be able to shed further light, and I will ask him as well.
Hope this letter finds you well,
I remain,
PHONE 1938 ,
HARLOW PEASE
ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW
BUTTE, MONTANA
February 4, 19£6*
Dear Mr. Canfield:
I have put in another shift looking ib r
whatever archives of mine contain the Arkansas protest of
Cassius Johnson, and still no luck; but I have not abandoned
the quest; meanwhile I owe a reply to your letter of the 31st.
Regarding my suggestion concerning an additional
§eld of 'imericana1, I cannot now recall whether I limited
is to legal curios or something further* I will he most
glad to have you refresh my mind on this, and to furnish
what I can for the symposium.—It was the Montana supreme
court which rendered that judgment of Solomon I mentioned in
my last. The pure and mealy-mouthed opinion of the court is
found in State v. Griffith, 184 Pacific E19. The next time
you are in a Iwr library, read both that and State v. McGlynn,
one of my cases, 199 Pac. 708.
Your mentioned interest in the Red farmers of
Sheridan county is provocative. To whet your interest, §. will
not go further than to state that, save fter a holdover county
commissioner, every elective official including a district
judge went in on the Farmer-Labor ticket* The sheriff, one
member of the legislature and one county commissioner were
active members formerly of the I.W.W.---The 'Hation1 is a
bit weak on its western news service, I think---depends mostly
on volunteer stuff; about all Mr. Villard knows about Montana
is some warmed-over misinformation about two fakirs named
Walsh and Wheeler, who now constitute the left wing of the
Anaconda company.
I see you have me pegged as a lonesome accident
in an industrial despotism. You have the environment right,
but not so much the lonesomeness. Belligerent resistance is
always smoldering here, and the company never knows when
another bunch of trouble may break out either in Butte or
among the farmers. The local atmosphere (except in times of
extraordinary remedies, like the 1920 Massacre of Anaconda
Road) is one of cynicism on both sides, with mutual civility
and considerable respect. E.g., although I have represented
the I.W.W. both here and in Idaho since five or six years past,
and still do, I am on ordinary terms with the A.C.M. legal
staff. We are free, at least, from the domination of the
Babbit try, for whom there is a healthy scorn in most circles.
There are some odd contradictions: Many bootleggers are
radicals. The A.C.M. controls both Knights of Columbus and
Masons, but never contributes to the Y.M.C.A. The largest
denominational group in the "Y" is Catholic. And so on.--Of
course, this is Butte. Rural Montana, in particular the hick
towns, tends to Ku Klux, but almost anywhere you may meet a
retired rebel or modern philosopher. We get by, and enjoy
the show.
Sincerel:
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If you £0 the wa&e, I111 tell you to beware.
If you g% to the wake, young Roger will be there,
And he'll take you\in his arms to shield fou from all harms,
In the mpwiing you'll be sorry coming dteom the wake,
The wake being ofrer, Vnd morning coming on,
Roger took Nellie through the field/ of oornf
Said Roger Mo Nellie, let's sit down and have a ohatf
And I'll show you the game that traey call,.Shoot the Oat*
They sat down on a rock as you/may suppose,
And pretty soon Roger beglan tor pull up Nellie's clothes;
Said Hellie to Roger, Nowwh^t are you at?
Said Roger to Nellief Why xmB Ifm going to shoot your cat.
Six months passed by, and/tlaree more a-coming on,
Nellie brought forth a cmarmsng sonf
We will name itt we will nameXit, we will name it fro his sakef
We will name it Shoot/the»Kitpen-Coming--Home-from-the-Wake.
And when this young bastard had\grown to be a man,
He went down town/with his cook in his hand,
And every lady ke met he'd give it a little shake,
And then he'dyehoot thieir kitten doming home from the wake.
CHBBUS OT THE SAILOR LAD
0hf it won't be in thfe kitchen,
It won't be in the halu, /
But it will be in the lack yard up against the wall,
It won't be by "the tinray, it won't be by the clown,
But it will by the sailer lad who sails the world around.
And now my pretty maiden,\take a little advice<from me,
And never trust a sailar md one inch above your knee,
For he will ran your dresses up and ran your colors down,
And then you'll have something underneath your apron.
FRAGMENT OP A.E.F. SONG
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Corporal pay cmiq francs, cinq francs, cinq francs,
Corporal paj/£:nra francs,
Couchez avetf moi\
With intermediate ranks and currencies.
IRISH FAVORITE DIT3JY
For Ireland was Ireland when England was a pup,
And Ireland will be Ireland when England's gobbled up, *
So get down upon your bloody knees upon the bloomin'm grass,
And stick your dirty English face right up my Irish ass.
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March 4th,1926.
Dear Mr.Canfield--
Perhaps I raised your hopes too high as to my
knowledge of the origin of The Bastard King--1 didn't know
tht author personally,or have any documentary evidence that
he was the author,but his story sounds a'good deal more logical
than the one to the effect that Kipling wrote it and was black-
balled for the job of poet laureat&for that reason--or for
that matter,than any one of the- other theories as to it's
parentage.
A college friend of mine who used to life-guard on
one of the New Jersey beaches by way of summer vacations be-
came acquainted with a semi~literary gentleman in the course
of his duties three years ago.The literary gentleman was at the
time continuing the good work of who ever started the Frank
Merriwell or Tom Swift or possibly Elsie DInsmore series--it
wasn't The Rover Boys,at least.He had been in & Middle T/estern
Officer's Training Camo during the early part of the war and
had been called upon to give some sort of entertainment at a
farewell for a departing batch of Second &isoa&&3&X]&±xx
Lieutenants.
According to his story he fille • up on-good training-camp mule
and produced The Bastard King &fter a couple of hours of agony.
The Shavetails departed to other camps and carried copies with
them.
Anyway it's a good story.The thing must hrve been
originated recently and circulated by comparatively intelligent
people as all the versions I've heard—-from widely separated
origins--have been almost Identical.My friend is alive and re-
motely connected with the City News Bureau in Nww York--I shall
write to him soon and get the name of the party'who made the
claim and he can be cornered and a confession wrung from him,If
he!s really responsible he should be doing something more than
As several "of the things you v/ant are to be found in the
enclosed pamphlet I'm sending it instead of copying them----
there may be something else in it that will interest you more
than those I recommended.
Blind Bone,the pamphlet's publisher,clayed the violin and
his oartner,Worth Youngblood played the guitarjboth of them sang
after a fashion.They used to make county fairs,picnics etc. thru
this nart of the country and olayed most of the ballads oopular
in the district.Bone added to his income by selling these booklets
----he seems to have had little regard for copyrights as several
of the selections are still protected.
Neither of them could write and the obvious errors in meter
and the misused words are probably due to misunderstandings when
they learned the songs and when they dictated them for oublication.
Pearl Bryan and Lazy Man are nrobably products of this dis-
trict.Pearl Bryn was a native of Greenc&stle,Indiana,and there is
at least one other commemorative poem to her.
Roving Gambler,The Widow's Daughter,and Jackie Frazer are of Eng-
lish origin and Lady Gay is reminiscent of the Twelth Century
Scotch ballad. I have marked, the songs which I am sure have been
published and I believe most of the others are authentic•Many of
them are of foreign origin but localized by the singers.
I suppose you have most of the old bar-room favorites but if
any of this list appeals to you I can send them----
Lydia Pinkham
TShen I Was A Youngster In Texas
The Bastard. King of England
Christopher Colotobo
Down in the Lehigh Valley
Our Liz
---however I imagine that even the ex-
press company would object if you published any of them.
furthering the at&rocities of literature I mentioned.How
sober he was when he told ray friend the story I can't say
but a man who could produce The Bastard King should be able
to hold his licker indefinitely,
I'm enjoying your communications very much and
certainly -want to get a look at the finished nroduct. If you
decide to use any of the stuff I've sent and want any historical
data on it let me know.
Very truly yours,
Sometime,when you re thru with them,I'd like to see
all the verses of Frankie and Johnny----1 haven't that many
myself.
I think I remember about twenty-five and have eight or ten more
stuck around somewhere.That ballad was my first love----at one
time I intended to publish(privately,of course,and a very small
edition)the whole thing with as much of its history as I could
gather. I d even gone so far as to sketch two or threu oen-a.nd-
ink illustrations for it----1 ran across the sketches the other
day and as orinting mu&$&n%Knx*in% is cheao in these carts I may
ao it yet,altho I don t know what I 11 do with it when I get it
printed.
3y the way, is your book to be illustrated?
The Allen A Company
ALtEN B, BROWN
Bracken^ Sldg., Kansas City, Mo;
MANUFACTURERS OF
Hosiery and (Kulilii) Underwear
Kenosha,WsconsintU.S.A.
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The little black bull came down from the itiountain
Long Time ago J
His prick was long and his balls hung low.
Hooston, ^onny, Hooston.
His prick was lorg and his balls, hung low. ~
Long time ago*
Chorus as before, but in each case y'
substituing the l>ct im% fUriM jyu^6***
of the verse in question, in place.of'
"The little black bull came down froni the mountain"
as given above.
They turned hin loose in a field of heifers
Hooston, yo-ny,Hooston.
They turned him ldWe in a field of heifers
Long Time ago.
Chorus
|ie whet his tool on an ashen sapling.
Hooston Yonny Hooston .
He whet' his tool oh an as lien sapling .__
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Long Time ago. ^ %~ l
^Chorus.
Nine bull calves were born that season
Hooston,yonny,Hooston ' .
Nine bull alves were born that season ' *
Long Time ago.
Chorus.
The Little black bull went back to the mountain
Hooston,Yonny, Hooston.
The little black bull went back to the mountain
Long time ago.
Chorus.
His prick was bent and his ba<?k was broken
Hooston, Yonny, Hooston.
His prick was bent and his back was broken
Long time ago*
I have never heard the air to. the. above anywhere else, it is
quite good.
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There once was & SRna^Jffc^iiWfoiica dll}<ii/caie^;biick)
Who lived in a great big castiliofeiicB: cliefc clifclf click)
He was proud of his* trol-lol-lol-liliQj >'■
And the works of his tweddle'-du:^ Uee t( ClTck?click1)
(Castanets and ClibtouSi)/
One day he went to, the theatrio
And he saw. there a pretty signora
So he showed her his tra-la-la-lilioJ
And the wor.rs of hfs tv/eedle-dum-deei
(Castanffls and chorus)
That nis;ht he took.^her to castilio
And he laid her uppn a Lbig pilly-o
And he thru.st up h|s tra-la-la-lilio
In thw works of he» tweedle-dum dee.
(Castanets and Chorus)
Next week he went %q the doctorio
%7s the Doctor ,fy§u have-the^syphilio11"
%n& he showed him^liis t'ra«*la--la«*lilio
In the works of your tweedle-dum-dee.
(Castanets and Chorus)
Now he sits all alqpe in Castilio .
With a big wad of aotton bactil io
And he swabs off Hji's tra-la-la-lilio
And. the works of his1, tweedle-durn dee*
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The air to the above is quite catchy, and panishy. . .good song<
There may be other verses, I don*t know..•;never heard them.
Of course you have that master of Spanish songs..Christopher
Columbo,
I do not know it, but can get it, advise if you do. I only recall
one verse, or fragment, of -verse....
In fourteen hundred and ninety two
Columbus crossed the Atlantic
^nd when he found there was no tail '
It almost drove him frantic.
I heard several more verses here in Kansas City only last week,
however, and can lay my hands on them, if you so advise.
It relates the whole story of what Christopher and his sailors
really did on the cruise".
Up in Wisconsin I heard a good songsome years ago, and'; it ran ,
like this, music on request, as I have said before.
The Little 3lack Bull
The little black bull came down from the mountain^'
Hooston, Yonny, Hoostoni
The little black bull came down f ."om the mountain
Long time ago.
Chorus, as follows,
Long time ago.1 •
Long time ago.1
38 V/ashin^ton Square,
New York, Llarch 30.
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l~r. Alan tftevne,
Roehester,IT.Y.
Dear l.Ir. Steyne;
I ai.i in sympathy with your desire, to compile the-bar-
room ballads before it is too late; end want, of course, to make
sure
of getting a copy of the compilation. Perhaps some of these
fragments^
from memory.will help you a bit:
• UiJIDEi:! 1^121) CHORUS
!Tis a long-haired 'lut for a wol* hound,
fTis a" spotted sow for a boar,
'Tis a red-headed
'Tie a blue-eyed
Amen.
rl for a son of a bitch,
boy for a whore•
^USBHfc*
AHIEISIIC 1ITTY
ror . God made man
Ind man made money
And Go-d maiffe bees
And bees made honey
And God made a rabbit
And sent it thro-gr; the grass
And God made a dog
For to lick the ra^ : it's ass.
wnUAliJ.-v.;UoL uxiAJ^T
Chancres, blue-ball •■, erabs and lice,
I've had !em all an" some of 'em twice,
But the c—»k s—^er who cuts a whore's price,
Is a son of a'bitch, by J.esus ■ "hrist I
' CHORUM Or G0L0LI30 S01IC
He knew the world was round-of
ris balls hung to "he orround-o,
This God damned stinking son.of a bitch
Was Christopher Colombo.
p:uL-i.i£:rr 01 theming ;vhore
For 'twas first to the alehouse
And then to the dancehouse
And then to the whereftfcuse
And then to my srave.
CHORUM
Gh, play the fife ; lowly and beat the drum lowly
And play the whore's march as they carry me on,
And let six jolly rnortsmen carry a bunch of red roses
So they will not s::ell me as they carry mere on.
PARODY CHORUS
h, I stuck my nose up a nannygoat's ass
he stink was enough to blAnd men,
And I left my prior for a walking stick
"ith the .srirl I left behind me.
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February 2f 1926
Mr# Hubert Canfield
Pittsford, New York
Dear Sir:
I have your letter of January 28 in which you
acknowledge our order for 25 copies of THE GUTTER
SOSOS OF AMERICA*
You may be interested to know that Mr. John Mc
Ciuro of New Orleans once began to collect mate-
rial of a similar nature for precisely the same
kind of a volume• The proposed title was to have
been THE SUBMERGED FOLK BALLADS OF AMERICA,
Mr, McClure retained the material that we had, and
with his own/a good deal would probably be obtain-
able from him.
If you have not already a copy of THE BALLAD OF
SPEARMINT GUM, 1 suggest that you write to Mr. Jake
Zeitlin who will furnish you with a copy.
Let me know also whether you have all of the follow-
ing;
THE OLD MAN HE CAME ROLLING
THE CHISHOLM TRAIL
If there is any other metter in which I can help .
you, I shall be happy to do so.
Yours very truly,
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June 1, 1p26«
My'dear .Mr. Canftold:
.Thank you much for your promise of the collectanea
after you are through with it. It will be of decided interest and
value*
I would like the names of such people as in your opinion might add
to
my own side of the;work. For example, old sailors who might be able
to
give me chanties, etc.,etc. Many.who write you will, I imagine, be
of the underworld,- these too interest me, for many of the songs I'm
moot anxious to get.full information on - Frankie and Johnny - Brady
-
Stakerlee - Railroad Bill - Cocaine Sue' - belong to or ht.ve a
connection
with this class.
.'"■■ Your remarks on "Ohristopho Columbc" surprise me.
I had no idea that, any version of the.famous and notorious song
that
swept the country, about 1898rt906 went back so far. The original
words as I know them (entirely decent till the parody appeared) were
copyright in 18p4. -The chorus went in part:
He sailed the world around 0
He knew land could be found 0
This nagigator, hard and hoary
♦ ♦..♦,........... gyratory
Ohristopho Cojnumbo.1
This furnished the base f#r the parody.
during the-Civil War? .
One word escapes my memory.
What was the form that appeared
• On tvie other hand, "The Maid of Amsterdam" i£ old,
no one knows quite how old* Masef ie'ld in his "A Sailor's Garland"
and
his articles in Temple Bar jsqjills a bad boner, however, when he
says it
turns.up in Heywood's "Rape o^~tuerece,?( It does not, though there
is a
sfenewhat similar song there.•
■:.-■■••-■;,■ : ;v And; "have you many '-versions of the
"Soft-3ha41ed Crab"
also known as ttThe Sea.Crab" - "The Golden Crab" - "The Fisherman"
etc.?
This goes back intothe sixteenth century and is still a favorite.
\ Icould write a book on the subject were there time.
Id /be mighty glad if you1d keep in touch, and grateful for any aid
you
can giveWin my work. Ifve made over five hundred and sixty
phonographic
records so far, many of songs that have escaped all other
collectors.
Also have a mass of^manuscript collectanea. Think I £old you that I
got together in the last two years nearly 2000 versions of the old
deep
sea chanty. I shan't fear competition there for some time.
With all good wishes, and in the hope that I may
soon hear from Jrou again, I ,am,
Sincerely3
Mr. Hubert L. CanfieId
Care of J. P. Smith Printing Co.
Rochester/New York*.
Darien Georgia.
November 11, 1?26.
Sear Oanfields
Thanks for the information about "Sycamore Jail" - for the ver#»
5ions of aiyHspecial pet, 'Frankfe and Johnny" - for the promise of
aid in the
matter of Cocain Sue11 - in fact, for everything.1 And why the deuce
didn't
you tell me you were a perfectly good ~x6nian? { Yes, you guessed it
- Gordon
}f tr6) (,- But they have my address wrong in the new directory-) Jm
Gosh, it s a small world after all. Your reference to ^andbstrg
reminds me of a pleasant evening when he sat perched on a desk in my
office
at Berkeley, California - I was then an Assistant Professor 01
English - and
sang it to me, together with "^an Hall" and other songs of blessed
memory.
Condor if he remembers? I've been out of touch with him since. But I
still
nave tucked safely away in the Harvard Library the original
phonographic
cylinde -s I recorded,- the first tine he had ever hoard his own
voice.1
y Is Carl helping you with tiie book? I heard
indirectly, in fact
through W.C. of Los Angeles, whose word I don't put much faith
in, that >andbarg
was about to brin,; out a book of choice series himself. I .wondered
at the time
if in competition or colaboration with you. And what s his address?
runny
thing for m.s to ask, but I haven't any "Who's Who" that I can get
at here.
The particular,-version o2 F. & J," that he praises is a
composite,
no ne./ stanzas, but more than are to be found in any of the usual
versions.
-iome one has collected and then strung together. It's nearest
competitor in
print was in the "^'hiz-Bang Annual" of some four ye^rz ago. But
that was
edited to avoid the more frank expressions.
I'm all out of paper - hence this apology. I've 6ot a.grouch - .
hence the brevity of my note. CYour letter almost pulled :ao out out
not -uite.)
forgive ij.e this time.
-here did you go after Exeter? Just plain curiosity, that's all.
As ever,
Ur. Hubert Oanfield [f2©Vt, L^<1 /
Pittsford
.^ew j-ork.
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PHONE 1938
HARLOW PEASE
ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW
BUTTE, MONTANA
January 11, 1926,
Mr. Hubert I. Canfield,
Pitts ford, B.Y.
Dear Mr. Canfield:
J. . 'V ' »>*'
Your letter of the 7th interests me
so much that I am going to excavate to the best of my
opportunities in these parts. I learn from a friend that
there were 81 stanzas of 'Pr^^ie and Johnnie1 current
at the University of Montana some six years ago, and I
hope they can be salvaged.
I have the speech of Gassius TI,
down about 18 years since; it is
have half-heartedly
written
which I
since; I will try again.
at Wisconsin, then a rich
probably can acquire much
the present editor of the
Johnson myself,
written in sh orthand
tried to decipher once or twice
I got this among the law students
field. It occurs to me that you
material by getting in touch with
"Sphinx" student publication at
son. In particular, you should be able"to obtain the
eminent sea chantey "Christopher Colombo" from that source.
That song, and "There was a Priar in Our Town" both depend
so much on the music that my own scanty recollection will
have to be embroidered with sane notes of the air to make it
xkmm useful. Sydney S. Mudd, a classmate of mine at
Georgetown and since then a congressman from Maryland,
was an artist in the vocal rendition of the "Priar" and
other selections, but I am out of touch with him.
My authority for attributing M.D. 16011 in*part
to Mark Twain is one Bob Rose, who was once Seventh Assistant
Secretary of State under Bryan, or some such title. He was
a shorthand contractor at Helena, Mont., when I got the
"conversations" from him; his elder brother, Dave Rose, was
a celebrated mayor of Milwaukee in times past. I don't know
where he could be located at this time.
If I can work
inclose it herewith; if
How large an edition is
out anything of substance I will
not, you will hear from me further.
contemplated?
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This one is nameless 80 far as i know "bat it has an exquisite
Anglo-Saxon vigor and directness about it, It is, as Charles Lamb
remarked of John Websters land Dirge, "of the earth, earthy,*
ju The mountaineers have ragged ears,^
/// They slap their leather britches,
ifa They knock their cocks against the rocks
lit And laugh like sons of bitches,
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h They do not care for trifles.
U They hang their halls upon the mils
1 \ And shoot at them with rifles,
Of course the above poem is Anconplete,' I doubt if it ever was
com-
plete, hut its frivolity saves it. Below is one o^ the- loveliest of
old folk songs,
It was Christmas on the island,
The convicts all were there,
Gathered around the table
To eat their Christmas fare,
Up spoke the dear old warden,
And his voice rang through the halls,
"'Merry Christmas, all ye convicts!1*
And the convicts answered, "Balls!"
Then again up spoke the warden,
And his voice v.^s choked with sobs,-
uPor that you'll get no dinner,
You god dam dirty slobs!"
And then spoke an ancient convict,
His face hard, and hold as bi*ass#
**Tlicn take your ^od dam dinner,
And shove it up your ass!"
The perfect little verse of Eugene Field's, called '7hen"?'illie
V'et whe
Bed, I can get here in Hew York* I am on the trail of a number of
^superb pieces that will make history in the publishing wox*ld, Jrom
New York I will send you a printed copy of Siley's, The Passing of
the
Old Backhouse,., lib greater exhibition of sentiment was ever seen
than
his feeling towards the family latrine. You know it, doubtless*
The beautiful, long poem, called, The V/ind IV Blew, follows*
There are
doubtless other stanzas, The first stanza is complete, In the
others,
the refrain is the same. It is better—indeed it is beautiful-sung to
^the tune of When'Johnny comes marching home again,
The wind blew up the railroad track, ')
It blew, it blew,
The vrinti. blew up the railroad track,
It blew, it blew,
The wind blew up the railroad track,
It blew way up and half way back,
And the wind it blew,
Holy Jesus, how it blew,
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Alan N. 3teynef
Rochester, IT. Y.. t
Dear Sir;
7/e note your letter in the Liarohf
24th issue of the II/ITIOH and while we cannot supply you with
information you desire, we hope you will advise us
T/hen you get out your book of poems; Back in' the old
college days, "Down the Lehigh Valley "used to he very
popular with the r,boys,f hut I have forgotten the
words and had all but forgotten the title* vou are
doinp* a **reat work in preserving these old folk-son^
for the future r-eneration# .Success to ^ou and do
not fail to let me lenow whenever your little
booklet comes to lif*ht«
rtespeetfullyf
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February 27, 1926
Mr. Hubert LtCanfieId
Pittsford, New York
Dear Sir:
*
Blease forgive my delay in answering your
letter of the 8th, but I have been away
from the city and have Just returned.
The adderss of John McClure is 509 Royal
Street, New Orleans, Louisiana, and the
address of Mr. Jake Zeitlin is 6534
Fountain Avenue, Hollywood, California,
Apparently THE OLD MAN HE CAME ROLLING
HOME is the same poem as ROLLICKING
JOHN.
If I run across any material, I shall be
happy to send it forward to you.
Please do not forget my order for 25
copies of the book when published.
Yours very truly,
THE ARGUS BOOK SHOP
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February 19 f 19$6*
Dear Mr* Caafleldf-
Your letter received and I em forwarding a few more
items, i can appreciate your difficulty In getting your
material, but nothing of any importance can be brought
out without considerable pains. A platitude, perhaps,
but quite truthful«
I an interested in the tan Gordon of Harvard* Pleaee
*dvise him* by all means, to look n» up If he comes this way*
Also invite your friend ifcsseaden to look me up. I shall
hunt up Brawn end have a talk with him*
Several things X had hoped to havo in before this
have not materialized. 3cupper-lip Snatch, Socratio
Love, Hinky SlnJfey Paries Toon qpd thi cowboy stuff* (There
must be a world of material among the boys at the stock-
yards, but I havenf t got hold of the right Individuals
yet, seemingly,
The irkeasaw speech and the King Darius thing haven't
reached me yet, either*
A friend told me he had heard some new stanzas to
Christofo Colombo, but he couldnft remember them and promised
to bring them in later*
Sr* Lyons is giving me loyal support and has dug up
a lot of the stuff I have sent yep*
Sincerely,
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Sim
February 6, 1?26.
Dear Canfield:
I'm late with letters while this trip lasts. It will
take me through every state east of the Mississippi and wfcll not be
over till I strike New Foundland some time next fall. Harvard Uni-
versity has sent me out to try to capture as much as possible of the
genuine American folk-song in all its branches. Adventure magazine,
too, is interested.
As a result all my collectanea is in storage till my
return, and my memory isn't dependable. Ifd like, however, to know
when the--book.: appears and to grab a copy before it's properly
suppressed
and the pricethereupon jumps beyond reason. Carl Sandburg is a
wonder. Had a memorable evening with him on the Pacific coast a
couple
of years ago.
And please save all the versions no matter how slightly
they differ one from another, together with as definite information
as
possible as to age, source, authorship, etc. I realize that you will
print but one version, and that in many oases this one will be made
up from several scraps. What I'm after is the certainty that all the
scraps in untouched form will bo saved if not printed. I'd be very
glad myself to be entrusted with them for permanent preservation at
the Harvard Library where all my own materials will eventually be
placed, I have no right of course to speak for the Library, but I'm
sure that they would be glad to take charge of them, Naturally they
would be placed in the "inferno" as it's called and not exposed to "
public view.
Wonder if you'd be willing to do this? At least I'd
be glad if you'd keep in touch, and I hope that we may be able to
get
together some time to talk things over. You can always reach me°
by letters addressed - Care of Adventure Magazine, Spring &
Macdougal
Streets, New York City.
With all good wishes, I am,
Sincerely,
Mr. Hubert L. Canfield
The DuBoia Press
Rochester
Slew York.
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February 2, 1926
Mr. Hubert Canfield
Pittsford, New York
Dear Sir:
I have your letter of January 28 in which you
acknowledge our order for 25 copies of THE GUTTER
SONGS OF AMERICA.
You may be interested to know that Mr. John Mc
Ciuro of New Orleans once began to collect mate-
rial of a similar nature for precisely the same
kind of a volume. The proposed title was to have
been THE SUBMERGED FOLK BALLADS OF AMERICA,
Mr. McClure retained the material that we had, and
with his own, a good deal would probably bp obtain-
able from him.
If you have not already a copy of THE BALLAD OF
SPEARMINT GUM, I suggest that you write to Mr. Jake
Zeitlin who will furnish you with a copy.
Let me know also whether you have all of the follow-
ing;
THE OLD MAN HE CAME ROLLING
THE CHISHOLM TRAIL
If there is any.other metter in which I can help .
^ou, I shall be happy to do so.
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January 13 f 19 26.
Dear Mr* Oaaafiold*
Thanks for your letter of thd 10 th. I enclose such
memories of Larry as I possess. £his, as I recall ltf ^as
declaimed by various unregenerates and each announcement
followed by the chorus I have put dorm. In my previous
letter to you I referred to it ass the Asiiaal Fair, which is
of course wrong*
I also enclose The Rehearsal, filched from a booklet
printed in Japsn, wjricfe accounts for tfee numerous typographical
errors, and the Old Sport* I have been promised other efforts.
including Down in the Lehigh. Valldy*
Shore are also a few verses of Kinky Dinky parlez 7ous,
^hich others can probably add to.
The coqboy song I mentioned as Yip Ay Yaddy Ay;Ay should
be Ki Yi YIppiy Ippy Ayr* I believe* I shall try to get hold
of some one at the stock yards who knows th^t* It goes
My foot*s in the stirrup, my ass in the saddle
And Ifm always around these damnefi old cattle,
Sinking Ki Yi Yippy, Ippy Ay Ay Ay
Singing Ki Yi Yippy IPP? Ay#
With Ky Great Big Doodlewhacker is also a cowboy chantey which
I shall have to seek for among my stock yard friends*
I havenft seen the oration on changing the name of Ark$nsaw
for many years* Don't know anyone who has it*
May I su:jgest that JPou want for your non-musical section
the Tale of & Picture* It is credited to a former aditor of
Outing some twenty-five or thirty years back, whose name I canft
recall* It goes?
A gentle novice, who ne'or had strayed
Prom the convent walls since a tender maid ^
Of three bright summers they brought her there,
Had grown to womanhood, pure and fair*
She could ply the noedle with dainty skill.
Ajid to while the hours that were long and still
She had learned with simple art to paint,
jftid the picture of some grand old saint
Adorned the canvas fneath her hand*
But greater than these one day ahe palnned
A picture fairer than all beside,
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January 5f 1926•
Sesqui'Cculennial
Dear Old Blasphemous Cans
Hfcppy New -Year!
What has become of your house organ?
I ainft seen it.
To that you will probably retort;
"Wherefs your*n?ft
Well here are a few of them.
■jfcmrs tr»Uy
C»JuH*Anderson/g
tl'jiy .-:; 5:9X6
ISO Years
Amcri caul; ukpcndcncc
"Profit is ever twofold: He who gains must profit him who buys"
benjamin franklin
Brexton Apartments
Park Avenue at Chase St
Baltimore January 2 1926
My dear Mr. Canfield.
I have yours of the 31st ult. It was mighty nice
of you to go to the trouble of writing out all the verses of
"Lydia Pinkham" and "The French they are a Funny Sace",and I
certainly appreciate your kindness;it really did not occur to
me what I was getting you in for,
The environment undoubtedly accounts for the dif-
ference between the maudlin mush of the Civil War verse and
the joyous heart throbs of the A. E. F. As you say,much
of the stuff that you have is meaningless without the music
and ,the really important thing is the personality in put-
ting the stuff over.
The only thing, I have in mind to send you is a
verse attributed to Bobby Edwards one time bard of Green-
wich Village; and this is flat unless you know the mournful
musical accompaniment.
" It's a sad world,and a weary world,
When you take to sleeping in the park.
It's a sad world,and a weary world,
When the dogs all follow you and bark,
WuffJWuff!
What's the use of fooling with the sword
of Damocles,
When you haven't the coin to buy a box
of Ramases,
It's a sad world,and a weary world,
Damn,
Damn,
Damn.
I hope you will let me know when your book is
issued. Thanking you most heartily,I remain
''Cordially yours,
PHONE 1938
HARLOW PEASE
ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW
BUTTE. MONTANA
January 1, 1926,
Mr# ?/illiam Duncan,
Box 407,
Pittsford, xuY.
Dear Mr. Duncan:
Your appeal for aid (Query bo. 106) in
the January fMercuryf in the preservation of our unwritten
literature, moves mp to write a few suggestions, although
I am ill-situated to do any real collecting.
I once possessed and unhappily lost a prose
masterpiece, said to he composed by Mark Twain, Eugene Field
and Julian Hawthorne in collaboration* It was called
"Conversazione in the Time of ye Tudors". I got it from
a member of the Chicago Press Club, where it was current.
Another which I hope may be reclaimed I heard
only once, while riding a smoker from Pittsburgh to Altoona
about 20 years ago* Like 'Lydia Pinkham1, it was endless*
Its refrain concerned "The Little Red Caboose Behind the
Train."
I presume you have already in mind The Senator
from Arkansas and !There Was a Friar in Our Town;f also
Christopher Colombo1---all college classics.
Yours for the renascence,
HP
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815 Ash Street
Winnetka. Illinois
Chicago,'111., Dec 22, 1925.
Mr William Duncan,
Pittsford, N. Y.
Dear Sir-- ' <s ' "^ * v ' ^ > ■■ '
If you can assure me that I will not
be arrested for sending obscene natter thru
the mails and if you ■•will'also assure me of
a copy of the collection "when made I can send
you quite a little" of the material you ask
for in The Mercury.
Yours truly,
FEDERAL ADVERTISING AGENCY • INCORPORATED
SIX EAST THIRTY-NINTH STREET, NEW YORK
TELEPHONE, CALEDONIA 73 00
October 6th, 1925«
Mr* Hubert Canfield,
The Dubois Press,
Rochester, ft. Y*
Dear Oanf ield:
At last i'gathered together the manuscript
for the various verses, and enclose copies
of the Bastard King of England, Lydia,
Frankie & Johnie, and Some K&onlight Night.
Thes e copies should be read carefully and com-
pared with any other versions which you nay be
able to discover*
I enclose also a note from Moyt Catlin, which is
self-explanatory*
Please excuse my negligence, i really have been
very busy, and have had to let a good ltany things
go by the boards* Look me up when you get to town*
Best wishes*
Very trulfr/yoztrs,
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BR.n>GBr»oR.x September 21, 1925.
Mr. Van H. Pavey,
Federal Advertising Agency,
6 Bast 39th St.,
New York, N.Y.
Dear Pavey;
I think you told me that you and another chap
were going to compile a well printed book containing the
words and tunes oi the old roudy songs* This is to set
down the following names as subscribers to the book:
A. B. Frost, Bridgeport, Oonn.
(J. S. Troxell, Bridgeport. Oonn.
Hoyt Oatlin, Bridgeport, Oonn.
The job you have set yourself to do is a
worthy one and I wish you all success in getting the
hook together. There are many fellows I know who would
he interested in the volume, and if you want their names
to solicit, I will sen* them along.! in the meantime I
am going to mention it to all the good fellows I know
and try to get subscriptions from them. Your enterprise
deserves..' Please give my kind regards to your sister
and dont/forget to show up at the next halleluiah of the
angels.
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THE BRYANT BtoTBI^OOtPANY
Hoys Oatlin,
Advertising Manager.
HC:BDM
R.E.Banta,
5H E.Jefferson St.,
Crawfordsville,Ind.
My dear Mr.Ganfield:
I had a letter a few weeks ago from Mr.Alan Styne
but as he didn t mention any titles he wanted particularly and
I didn't know what type of thing you were after I hadn't
sent anything as yet.Your letter clears things up ----it's in-
teresting to hear from one who appears to know whereof he
speaks in the matter of this variety of Americana----I thank you.
Of course I can't vouch for the authenticity of
this stuff—it may have been accumulating for generations----
and thus be the real thing—or it may have been concocted on
the spur of the moment.I hapDen to know that The Bastard King
of England----which is one of the three best American ballads
to my notion—was synthetically prepared for a stag dinner
during the war.Possibly Christopher Colombo and Bowi in the
Lehigh Valley were also ready made-—at I guess I should place
The Prodigal Son and The Sons dfl the Prophet(which two I am
enclosing)in the same class but I have no evidence in their
case.
As I suppose you already have The Bastard King, Our
Liz and Christopher Colombo and the stuff I'm sending is per-
fectly sanitary I'll send it thru the mail.If you haven't the
other three and want them I'll ship them along later.
Altho I don t know whether you have any use for such
information I'm including a little biography and some conject"
ture of my own as to origin with some of the numbers you asked
for.Several of them are obviously garbled fceaai as a result of
the tongue-to~tongue existence they have iftijoyed but I111 leave
them for you to untangle as you please.
I shall be pleased to give you any assistance I can
and I should enjoy, any reports of progress you find time to
make.
Very sincerely ypurs,
HARLOW PEASE
ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW
BUTTE. MONTANA
Dear Mr, Canfieid;
February 25, 1926,
Your sympathetic interest in the
local scene leads me to presume on your attention by
inclosing an article which I vainly sought to get
printed in the fMercuryV# It is useless to disguise my
hope that you may "be the means of getting it into print
somewhere, but even if not I believe you will get some
diversion out of this abbreviated history of the old
•Bulletin', I edited the paper sub rosa while it was
running as a weekly during the great shut-down of 1921-2,
and therefore lack the impersonal touch, along with other
desirable qualities. I will value very highly your
opinion as to whether such material as this is ever
likely to be acceptable in the atmosphere of enli ght enrnert
which surrounds oui best minds, and whether this tale can
be told in proper form to merit publication. In the
particular case I would like to have a few people read
about a newspaper with so unusual a career; but also,
I feel sure that in the last ten or twelve years of Montana
history there are greater stories and a higher quality
of drama than ever could be made out of the old Clark-Daly
ana Keinze-Amalgamated feuds, which latter gained some
attention in the past,
Since you speak of the etjjte of nonconformist
is the east: Although I enjoy to the full Mencken's
great engine of satire, I often feel that he and his
jroup are oftener fighting windmills than en^a^in^; with
a dangerous antagonist. I would, li^e to compel this
cult to a one-year residence in a place like Butte, and
observe the reaction to the fears, whispers, resentments
and hypocrisies that the economic tyranny breeds. % A wor- N
thier subject would then be discovered than prohibition or
fundamentalism. Radicalism in the east, except for the
Civil Liberties Union, aeems to me concerned too much with
cultural and artistic notions, and not enough with the
struggle for economic liberty. But I don!t suppose that
ICenoken was ever at close quarters with q,n American Legion
mob, as I'have- been. Th& atmosphere in the Dayton courtroom
was a terrible thought to him; I wonder how ,.e would react
to a northern Idaho courtroom at a criminal syndicalism
trial. However, ce &ustibus...
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April 14 1926
Wm# Duncan
Box 407
Pittsford
N Y
Dear Sir-
I am sending copy of a song, "Hard Times in Sycamore Jail•*
This song while not familiar to the present generation
was often sung with much feeling many years ago•
I can tell you nothing of its origin but think it was
written on the cell wall of a southern jail by a man sentenced
to be hung*
If you intend publishing a book of songs and poems
please advise me* I am very desirdusrof getting the words to
n Frankie and Johnnie11 and " John Henry and the Crab ♦w Anything
you might do to help me would be appreciated.
Yours truly,A /
C Wakefield
2633 28th St
Sacramento
California
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Mr* Alan H. Steyne,
164 St* Paul Street,
Rochester, IT* Y.
Dear Sir:
Please let me know when your book is published*
I am most anxious to secure a copy, and I have a number of friends
uftio will be equally interested.
I shall send you some of the data for which you
ask in a later mail*
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Mr. William Duncan,
Box 4Q7,
Pittsford, H. Y.
Dear Sir:
I noted your query in the January number of The
American Meroury, and regret that I oannot contribute anything
in the nature of the ballads you mentioned-—however, I am
very muoh interested in American literature of this nature,
and would appreciate it very muoh if you will advise me if
you have anything of the kind that I might purchase.
ih St. H. W
Very truly
My address is 2736 13th St. H. W., Washington, D. 0.
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111 Broadway
patter oh father ha is on her now, •
Mademoiselle went up *te to the f font**
Up the stairs and Into feed***
X hope Z may have the pleasure of a reply from you* When you
do publish this anthology, I wish that you would include my
name on the list of sufeserlfeers* I know several other young men
who would fee very glad to have copies also* Incidentallyf there
art many scurrilous ballads In cokmon use among college men about
college men of other Institutions which might fit in with
your collection under a special title such as Bright College
Beersf orf Never use Cayuga's Waters*
Sincerely,
400 Ridffe Building,
Kansas City, Mo*,
Feb* 12, 1926*
Bear jjr* Canfield*-
I haw found it in convenient to send you any stuff for soma
tln*f but submit a batch herewith from tvhich you may glean
something
useful.
I think Caspar Whitney was once on Outing, but havenft verified
it# You should to able to find out very easily* I don?t even know
that he is responsible for the Tale of a Picture, but my impression
runs that way*
,
(There are soot additional verses to &ha Chicago Blues son£ra*uch
you may know* !Ehey all follow the same trend*
Mf
I ainft no joojsay, nor a jockey*s eon, - ■ \/.-
But IflX do your easy-riding till the Jockey comes•
X ain't no iceman, nor an iceman's son,
Bat 1*11 fill your box until the icemen comes.
And so on through countless occupations*
I have learned one thing in connection with this work* It is
easy to get extravagant promises, but har* to realize on them, My
friends are anxious to help up to the point of actually getting the
material, whan for some reason their enthusiasm ebbs* However, a
little perseverance brings somS result*
Would be glad to k»ow^FOur~ether KSansas Oity correspondents, if
you don't feel that it would be betraying confidences* Perhaps by
cooperation we could get quicker action on scene ofi ghese things.
Do
as you think best about this suggestion*
There is a great deal of latrine doggerel which might be
interesting*
Here is a verse written on the walls of a pay~aa-you-enter toilet in
a
down town hotel:
Here I sit
All broken-hearted—
Jitney out
And only farted*
Have a little more material in hand now and will ;send it as soon
as I get a chance to transcribe It*
Sincerely,
P ♦ S •
The following poem has occurred to me since x
writing the letter♦ It was a popular one when I was in "boarding-
school, -St .Paul1 s, Concord, N.H.,- and ^as felt to extoll the
prowess
of the St.Pauls "boys* I enclose it for anything it may he worth,
Come all ye Concord Chippies,
And hearken unto me I
Never trust a St.PaulsVBoy
An inch above t!;te kneel
I trusted one, The Son of a Bitch,
As you can easily seel
And he left me in the hell of a fix,
With a baby on my knee.
CORNELIUS ROACH, 1ST VICE-PRESIDENT
C. M. VlNlN<S, TREASURER
TO IMPftOVK THC BUSINESS DISTRICT"
The Business District League
OF
ORA C. STARK,
EXECUTIVE SECRETARY
Z. ROBERT WELLS,
ASSISTANT SECRETARY
Kansas City, Missouri
FOUNDKD It20 INCORPORATED 19X3
400 RIDGE BUILDING
TELEPHONE
HARRISON 1659
January 14 f 1926.
Dear I$r. Canfieldj-
Hero is some more stuff just as I got it. 2he Lady
Lil piece seems garbled beyond reason, but you perhaps
can get it straightened out from other sources.
I remembered after I wrote you yesterday that I
omitted one stansa from !2he Old Sport. Hhe second stance
should be inserted as follows*
"I ain't got no money, but if I was. rich
Ifd go dead brolce on that son of a bitch.
\*ten he gets started he*ll make 'em all itch,
He111 win in a walk, by goshj"
I .m not attempting to attain any particular standard
in the selections I send youf but taico them as they come.
You will use such as you see fit.
Sincerely,
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CAMP 10SS2DTG WSm.
(fune$ Roll, Jordan, Roll)
The old iarktown revival
They say It has no rival
They pray to beat the devil
Shouting, Rollf Jordan, Roll*
Oh, sister, you've been called on
For some of thg stuff you're setting on ^ I
Thsre's a brother, in the oorne> with a hard on
Saying, Roll, Jordan* Roll.
How, sister, don't you weaken,
Here qMas the handsome deacon,
Salvation he's a-seekin*
Singing, Roll, Jordan, Roll*
Hey, brother, park your 'fatmie'
Jjsty right down there with Annie
Give her the old bananny
And it's Roll, Jordan, Roll*
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That deaooa sore will screw yout
Staging Qlery Hallelujah,
Jnd lt*a Roll. Jordan, Roll*
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How, brother, tain your prodpole
Jn4 short It tqp her touahole,
Push Salvation oat of her asshole,
Moania1, Roll, Jordan, Boll*
Iowf sister, you'i* done eat it*
If Beayen donate* Just let it;
Just let It lay. he'll get It*
Gruntin' f Boll* Jordan^ Roll*
Bow, brothert there's a blister
A-oominf tAere you kUaed herf
Too ware have warned that sister,
■wailit Breathing Roll, Jordan, Boll#
How, sister, hold him ateady,
Joet holler when youfre ready,
Be* a hpt to wet year teddy,
Y*llln\ Boll. Jordan, Roll*
Now* brother 9 tak» your panky
And wipe it m your hanky,
Just tell the sister thaaky
lud wet 11 Roll, Jordan, Roll*
Tomorrow night the parson
Vtll teaoh the girls in person,
So donft erne out with drawers oa,
•Cauae lt9a Boll* Jordan, Roll*
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During the latter part of the Civil War, the Confederacy
was short of salt petre, one of the most necessary ingredients
of gunpowder. The following advertisement in the Salem,
Alabama "Sentinel" shows an original method of obtaining a
supply %
'She ladies of Salem are respectfully requested
to preserve their chamber lye, as it is very
needful in the cause of the Bonfederacy in the
manufacture of nitre, a necessary ingredient of
gunpowder* Wagons with barrels will be sent to
residences daily to collect and remove the same*1
(signed) John Harrolson,
Agt ♦Ordnance & Mining Bureau*
0* S. A*
The scheme was so novel that a local wit perpetrated the
following:
John Harrolson, John Harrolson, you are a funny creature,
You've given to this cruel war, a new and curious feature;
You'd have us think, while every nan is bound to be a fighter,
The women, bless the pretty dears, should save their pee
for nitre*
John Harrolson, John Harrolson, inhere did you get the notion,
To send the barrels around the town to gather up the lotion?
We thought the women*s duty done in keeping house and diddling,
But now you'd set the pretty dears to patriotic piddling*
John Harrolson, John Harrolson, do, prayf invent a neater
And somewhat less immodest way of making your saltpetre*
The things so very queer, you know, gunpowder-like and cranky,
That when a lady jerks her brine she shoots a bloody Yankee*
A copy of this found its way throu^x the lines and a Vermon* .
corporal wrote the following, which was sent back to the Rebel
camp: '
John Harrolson, John Harrolson, we read in song and story,
How women's tears in all these years have sprinkled fields of
gloxy,
But ne'er before did women help their brave in.deeds of slaughter,
'Till Southern beauties dried their tears and went to making water*
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No wonder, Johni your boys are brave, who wouldnVt be a fighter,'
If every time he shot hie gun, he used his sweethearts nitre^
And, vica versa, what could make a Yankee soldier sadder,
Than dodging bullets fired from a pretty womanfs bladder?
Wefve heard it said a subtle smell still lingered in this powder,
And as the smoke grew thick and the din of battle louder,
That there was found in this compound a serious objection:
The soldiers could not sniff it without causing an erection*
•Sis clear now why desertion is so common from your ranks:
An Arctic nature18 needed to withstand Same Venus1 pranks ~
A Southerner can1t stand the press - when once he's had a small,
He's got to have a piece or bust - the Cause can go to hell*
LYDIA PINKHAM *
Oh, we sing, we sing, we sing of Lydia Pinkham
And her love for the human race I
She invented a wonderful compound,
And now the papers publish her face I
Oh, Mrs. Jones had bladder trouble,
And she couldn't take a p—; a
So she drank, she drank, she drank, j&XJHt bottle of compound,
And now they pipe her to the seat
Oh, we sing, we sing, we sing of Lydia Pinkham, etc.
Oh, Mrs Smith • she had no breast-works
Which made her husband raise a row;
So she drank, she drank, she drank, two bottles of compound,
And now they milk her like a cowl
Oh, we sing, we sing, etc.
Oh, Mrs. Brown had woman1s weakness -
And she had no children dear;
So she drank, she drank, she drank, three bottles of compound,
And now she has them twice a year!
Oh, we sing, we sing, etc.
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ETDIA PIKKHAM,
Mrs. 3rovm was constipated,
It v/as hard for her *P P£s%*
She took five "bottles of i$&££h^ompound
And wears a faucet in her ass*
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It-was hard for ^-rj£j£jMfe
She -took six "bottles %f i^feK^uSrnpuaud,
ohe comes ;jick now twice a \vee>.
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Mrs. Stfith had diarrhea,
Couldn't slsep for i^t>\ge 's cailf
Toole two bottles of i^^S^sUompouxid,
l^ow she sleeps right through, it all.
CHORUS: ...*...••
Mrs* Jackson had lumbago,
Felt as though her b&£j&w&8' broke,
So^f^four bottles of S^aPa Compotuid,
Kow she gives-an eight-inch stroke*
CHORUS; ........
Nellie Johnson lost her cherry,
She was ruined, withgui>a doubt,
So ok two bottles of JEj^ffi(\^^oinpound,
Nov; she's glad that it is out.
CHORUS: • . . .....
Sarah Jones was nearly thirty,
And had never been seduced;
Too^three bottles of ^&f&Hr Compound,
How she practices self-abuse*
CHORUS? *..•••••
Sing, oh sing of jtydla Pinkham |
And her love for the human race, \ j
How she makes her Vegetable Compound!
And the papers publish her f4.ce. J
Kaw' it sells for a dollar a bottle
And it cures all manner of ills v
And is more highly recommended
Than Releevo Ladies* Pills•
Sister Susie had no breastworks
She had nothing fneath her blouse
Sill she took one bottle of compound
Mow they milk her with the cows,.
Widow Brown had female weakness
Bearing down pains like needles and pins;
-■ SoakeS. her feet in Vegetable Compound
Aad became the mother of twins.
Mrs. Jones had urinitis
Indeed, she couldn't pse at all,
But si*e drank one bottle jf compound
and behold! -*a waterfall.
Have you heariL of H&nry Ward Beeoher
And his love\por lydia Pinkf
How they spent ifrfe night together
And he placed wrth I^dia^ dirik.
I-canmy Brov*n he went to Harvard.
WliQre he met with an'awful mishap;
Took ten bottles of Iydia*s Compound
But it would not cure the clap.
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Lie in g in Ffctlma's lap.
With his thumb stuck up her arse-hole
And his peter up her t«at«
The Sultan grabbed him by the balls,
And beaned hia with a pot*
Re yelled for guards and soldiers,
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For I've got the bloody bastaad
ffho9s been fucking up my wives!*
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Shaaus cried "Tie hotter tall
Than I We had in all my life**
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And dieballed him with a knife*
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The stoiy of a brave engineer.
Casey Jones was hie name,
In a four-poster bed he won his fame.
His wife woke Casey at half past four,
And told her spouse she wantsd some more*
fie mounted to her feelly, his trombone in-his hand
And shove dHt^twelvo inohes into the promised land.
Late in the evening, looking rather pale,
He vmnt to the eat-house to get his usual tail.
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For Ifm feeling mighty horny and I»ll fuok the goddam lot#u
He felt of his balls and his balls they hung low
fie looked at the vdxores all lying in a rowf
He looked at the madam, and he said,
"I'll fuck the Whole kaboddle but ifil soon be dead."
He got a heavy hard on and started down the line,
And fucked them quick and pretty till he got to 29*
As he slipped in his pecker, a tear stood in his eye,
He said *Ifm going to fuck you last thing before I die*"
CASEY JOBEB- (8)
He worked for forty minuter, *nd h® came for twenty-five*
When he'd shot hie wad out, he was only half alive•
They laid him on the sofa, and stood around in tears,
And said '•He1 Is the grandest man wefve screwed in many years*"
Said Casey to the doctor just before he died,
„wThere are two more girls I wish that I could ride*11
The doctor asked l%Who can they be?n
*Bow-legged Susan and Hot-cunt Marie •*'
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The Shit House Rag.
Dan! Dan!
The lavatory nan,
Has full charge
Of the crapping can.
Ha picks up the papers and he hands out the towels
And he listens to the rumble of the fat men's bowels*
Ffff! Ffff!
A fart is heard
Followed by the sound
Of a splashing terd.
He finds his joy and greatest bliss
In the crackle of the paper and trickle of the piss,
Rah! R ah! Sis boom ah!
Oh, you Shit House Rag!
Turkey In The Straw*
I drempt last night and the night before
That the devil was a-knocking on the shit-house door.
I went down stairs to let him in,
And he cracked my ass with his* roiling pin
I ran upstairs to crawl into bed,
And fell in the piss-pot orer my he'id.
I couldn't swim and I couldn't float,
A great big terd slid down my throat*
HUBERT L. CANFIBLD
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Mademoiselle from Armatieres, parles-vous?
Mademosielle from Armatieres, parlez-vous?
Mademoiselle from Armatieres
She hadn't been fucked for forty years;
Inky-dinky parlex-vous?
Mademoiselle from Armatieres, parlez-vous?
?^ Mademoiselle from Armatierea, parlez-vous?
Mademoiselle from Armatieres
S\^ The soldier's cook brought her to tears;
Inky-dinky parlez-vous?
(^' The fireman he was shovelling coal, pafrlez-vous?
The fireman he was shovelling coal, parlez-vous?
The fireman he was shovelling coal
He shoved it up the engineer's hole;
Inky-dinky parlez-vous?
The conductor was punching tickets for France, parlez-vous?
The conductor was punching tickets for France, parlez-vous?
The oonduotor was punching tickets for France
He saw a lady without any pants;
Inky-dinky parlez-vous?
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The 'French they are a peculiar race
Parlez-vous,
Xhe French they are ^'peculiar racef
Parlez-vous f
She French they are a peculiar race,
ihey fight with their feet, and f.uck wit.i their face,
Kinky? dinky, p&rlez-vous*
/^ Mademoiselle of Armentieres,
/ Parlea-vous,
Mademoiselle of Armentieres, ^
Parle'z-vous,
Up ze stairs and in ze t>ed$
And there she lost her maiden-head,
Hinky, dinky, parlez-vous«
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First three months and all is well,
Parlez-vous ,
First three months and all is wellf
P&rles-vous,
First three months and all is well,
The next three months she begins to swell f
Hinky, dinkyf parles-vous.
Nine months gone, she gave a grant,
Parles-vous,
Hine months gone, she gave a grunt,
Parlea-vous,
Nine months gone, she gave a grunt,
And a little marine jumped out of her cunt,
Hinky-dinky, j>arlez~vous.
2he little marine he grew and grew
Parlez-vous,
The little marine he grew and grew,
Paries-vo us,
Ihe little marine he grew and grew,
And now hefs scragging the women too,.•
Hinky, dinky, parlez-vous.
I>/5orJ
Mademoiselle of gay De&ag-,
Parlez-vous,
Jl&demoisell of gay Belong, VX JoN
Pfcrles-vous, ..
Mademoisell of gay »etfe»g,£fJ*0N
She gave me clap with a safety on,
Kinky? dinky, parles-vous«
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kinky. pugg. PAragz-vous.
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Mademoiselle of Kernel hill,
P&rl*ea-vous,
Mademoiselle of Kernel Hill,
Parles-vous t
Mademoiselle of Kernel-Hill,
She won't jig^4igt btt* b*r mother will,
Hiriky, diriky, parlt«-vous»
Landlord, have you some ruby wine,
Parles-voua,
landlord, have you someNruby wine,
Parlez-vous,
Landlord, have you somt ruby wine,
2hat*s fit for an officer ot the line,
HinKy, dinfcy, parlez~vous«
landlord, have you a daughter fine, i
Parles-vous,,
Landlord, have you a daughter fine,',
Parlez-voue,
Landlord, have you a dau^iter fine,
Eha^would suit an officer of the line,
Kinfty, diriky, parlez-vous •
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Mademoiselle from Bar le Duo,
P*rlea vous.
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Mademoiselle from Bar le Duof r% \y^
Paries vous. '/
Mademoiselle from Bar le Duof ^
She came to Parse to gobble the goo, •
Hinlcey dinky paries vous.
Mademoiselle have you any ountf
Parley vots
Mademoiselle have you any cunt,
Parley voua iS
Mademoisell have you any cunt,
Send It up to the American front*
Hunky, dinky f parley vous. -
Mademoiselle from Arraentieres,
Barley vous
Mademoiselle from Armentlares,
Farley vous,
Mademoiselle from Armentieres,
HadAft been jazzed in forty years*,
Hinky, dinky parley vous.
Madam, have you a daughter fair,
%wd9 have you a daugiter^fair, v
bu/A|-i Parley jrous,
*a4m. have you a daughter fair,
With lily white tits and raven hair
Hinky, dinky, parley vous. N
The little marine he sailed away,
Parley vous
The little marine he sailed away,
Parley vousf
Kie little marine he sailed away, prux l .a^
And left his girl in the family way., ^J* AjL %/N
Hinky, dinkyf parley vous.
Many and many a married man,
parley voui, t^sr*
Many and many a married manf s^^h^"
Parley vousf tJfv v
Many and many a married man,
Wants to go baok to France again,
Hinky, dinky, Barley vous.
. HIHKY DI1IKY PAKCB2 VOUSf
Dear lady, have you a girl"bo fine,
Parlez vous,
Dear ladyf have you a girl so fine,
Parisz vousff
Dear lady have you a girl so fine
Fit for a soldier from the linet
Kinkey, dinkey, parlez vous*
Oh, yesf I have a daughter so fine
Parlez vousf
0hf yesf I have a daughter so fine
Parlez voust
0hf yesf I hava^a daughter so fine
Fit for a^^CTIcr from the line.
Hinkey, dinkey, parlez vousx.
They went upstairs ^o /go to bed,
Repeat, etc., \J
And then he took herMaidenhead,
Hinkeyf dinkey, parlez^-vous.
Three months passed and ai^ fwas well,
And then her belly began tik/swell.
Three months more and slzk gave a grunt,
And out rolled a recruiv*from her oia red c
This young recruit he grew ddb grew,
And now he's f—king the ladijbs too*
A mademoiselle from Armentiei^ar,
She hadn't been f—ked in forry years,
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A mademoiselle fi?Mj? gay Paree,
She f—ked a boy from pompany B.'
The M.P^'s behind the lines, ^^AJ) \1£aM^
F—king the women and drinking the wines.
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The Jewish M^itaeVw^^
To pick up thteVsiMiie^ 1^^d<^gn^oy£ did dropv
Many a son of Abraham,
Pfcrlty tous, v^
Many a son of Abraham, fr°
Parley vousf
Many a eon of Abraham,
He ata his. ham for Unole Sam,
Hto*yf dinky, parlas vous.
^he captain he's a-oarxylnv a pa ok,
x Parlay voua
The captain he*a a-oarryinf a paok,
Parley vous
She captain he9 8 a-carry in1 a pack,
Hope to Christ it breaks his back,
Hinky? dinkyf parley vous*
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211 West 11th Street, »YC.
March 19th, 19£6
Alan N. Steyne:
Dear Sir:
I re^d your joyous note in this week's "Nation*1, and has-^
ten to cooperate where 1 can. 1 noticed a- similar appeal in the
MERCURY a few months ago, and imagine that is your pristine inspir-
ation.
However, if 1 cannot contribute much to this priceless anth-
ology* I hope to be able to get a copy when it is in final shape; so
remember the name and address for future circularising purposes.
I suppose you have already millions of verses for the
famous "Parley-voo". Do they perchance include:
"The general got the Qroix de ^uerre.
The son of a "bitch v-as never there.fl
and
"Mademoiselle from gay Paree,
Had the chancre and gave it to me."
and
"The little Marine he grew and he grew,
And now he's sh&ggin1 the women too."
and
"The little Marine went over the top
To let the Kaiser.suck his---" (not such a good rhyme)
which are all the verses I ever heard sung in our detail.
And there is another gem which I have heard, but never learned:
It begins; "Twas in my mother's hallway,
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That I-was led astray" (tune: Christmas «fn trie Harem)
On other pages, I attach other songs and fragments which may
nelx;
a bit.
Best luck to you, and he careful about the mails.
^ Sincerely,
JWui LrvJjLA
Stray verses of Hinky Pinky Parlez»vou*$ti
Tba A# I# F# 1b. coming back, V
But the aaaerselles have flat their jack,{ 0™
Hink*y pinkey parlet-trous. J
The Ym h. C« A* has gone over the t#p / \ \ ^^
To pick up the pennies the Doughboys drop,
Hinky pinky parle*-vous
fcaaerselle from gay Pare©,
I asks MDo you fuck!" ard she says HOUi,oui!H
Hinkey pinkey parlez-vous!
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I screwed her in an old latrtne, ( V \ \) ^^
Cost two franes and was tree bees* T
Hinky pinky parlex-wust ^
Ttorf irst Vou/* Months all was well,
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Then, by Goo/, she begfrn to swell,
Hinky pinky jarlez-vous.
When nine monthk cake she gave a grunt f
A little karine hp4p*& out of her cunt,
Hinky pinky parle*«vous*
The littlo fcfcripe went ^ over the top,
And made the Kaiser suck his cock,
Hinky pinky parle*~*ous!
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(Sung by the Archangel Expeditionary Force - Russia - 1818*1919)
There was an old soldier who crossed the Rhine
Slapoon
There was an old soldier who crossed the Rhine
Slapoon
There was an old soldier who crossed the Rhine
And he stopped in a tavern to buy him some wine
Slapoon, Slapoodle .
Die Heimen go Padle Sfiy*^
Said his "Dear Mutter, your daughter is fine,
Slapoon
Said het^Dear Mttert your daughter is fine
Slapoon
Said he: "Dear Mutter your daughter is fine
She ought to be fucked with a prick like mine,
Slapoon9 Slapoodle
Die Heimen go Fadie.
0h9 not You see my daughters too young,
Slapoon
0h9 nol You see my daugiter's too young9
Slapooii
0hf not you see my daughterfs too young9
For you and she would surely get hung,
Slapoon, Slapoodle,
Die Heimen go Fadle.
0hf no9 Dear Mutter, I'm not
Slappon
0hf no. Dear Muttrer, Ifm not
Slapoon,
Oh, no, Dear Mutter, I'm not
Per Ifve been fucked by many
Slapoon, Slapoodle,
Die Heimen go Fadle*
0B9 thent dear daughter, if you1 re not too young
Slapoon
0h9 thenf dear daughter, if yra.fre not too young9
Slapoon,
Oh, then, dear daughter, If you1 re not too young,
Just pull up your dress and let him jp* on,
Slapoon, Slapoodle,
Die Heimen go Fadle*
toil young,
too young9
too young,
a one,
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Oh, see, Dear Mutter, he's into ma now,
Slapoon
Oh, 8a«, Dear Matter, he's into me now,
Slapoon,
Oh, sea, Dear Mutter, he1* into ma now,
Lite Solomon1 s 1ml 1 had it into the fow,
Slapoon, Slapoodle,
Die Heimen go Pa die •
Six months oome - nine months did pass
Slapoon
Six Months oome - nine months did pass
Slapoon
Six months coma - &ine months did pass
A young Yankee soldier Jumped out of her ass
Slapoon, ilapoodle,
Die Heimen go Tadle*
Slapoon*
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A soldier came ow from Rhine, t; ^:o!
Snapoo!
He stopped at a tavern to buy him some wine.
Cho.-
Snapooder, enapeeder; folango feefc*r»
C.harceal and saltpetre; asshole, fartless haater-
Snapoo!!
Oh, Tarern Keeper, Your daughter looks fine,
Snapoo!
Shs ought to be fucked by a soldier from Whine."
wOh no, FdneS6dldie-riSshi*s^mUchcte<KVo^ng,
Snapoo!
Youfd puncture her belly and ruin her bung**
M0h, no# Father, Ifm not too young,
Snapoo!
I* re stood it three fingers clear up to the thumb*
*0h, fiat her, he 4 on me now,
Snapoo!
He fucks just like the bull on the cow."
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*0h, Father, He% biting my teats,
Snapoo!
It feels so good it gives me the shits."
Snapooder Snapeeder,2
Oh, Father, I§m all of a quiver!
Snapoo!
He1 a knocksd ay shit-bag clear over ay lirer."
Six laonths of the year went by,
Snapoo!
And her apron at rings they would not tie.
fh#n nine xaonths of the year had passed,
Snapoo!
A little Dutch soldier hopped put of her ass.
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Another collegiate song from the'U* of California, to the tune of "
I'm a
roving wreck of porerty."
0hf Harvard's run by Princeton,
And Princeton's run by Yale9
#4^ Yale is run by Vassar,
And Vassar's run by tail.
Ob, Stamford*.a run by stud-horse plea,
They make it there by hand*
Oh! the masturbating, fornicating
Cardinal* be damned!
Cho«
rdinalu be damned, boye9
The Caddinals be danmdd!
The Cardinals be damned, boys,
The cardinals be damned!
To hell with dirty Stamford,
God damn her stinking soul!
(fe, She can come right up to Berkeley,
And kiae the bear* a arse-hole.
If I had a girl, lade,
I'd dreae her up in red,
And send her down to Stamford
To lota her maidenhead,
But if I had a boy, lade,
I'd send him to the U,
And he'd shout To hell with Stamford!"
tike his daddy used to do«
Cho.
CHRISTOPHER COLUkBO
In Fourteen hundred and ninety two
A ginny from It alt
St rod a up the strata of old Genoa
Yelling "Hot tamain!-"
Cho.-
He swore the World was round-o,
His balls hung to the ground-o;
That masturbating sonovabitch
With the syph and the clapp and the se/en year itch,
Christopher Columbo!
He took his plans to Ferdinand,
That fconarch fat and lazy,
Says Ferdinand, "To hell with him,
The Goddam tifcp is crazy!"
So he went forthwith to see the quean,
Saying "Give me ships and cargo,
And I911 be a blighted sonovabitch
If I don't bring back Chicago!"
Says Isabel, "I see a chance
To gratify the passion,
That I*ve conceired for this blooming Wop
In truly Spanish fashiojj."
Christopher Cllu»bo,2
Thoy aet at eight at the garden gat a,
Columbo scarcely Knew her,
But he laid her flat upon her back
And threw a fuck into her,
The Queen put all n*r jewels in hock
To gat Coiuabo started*
She shed salt tears upon the dock,
Coluabo meraiy farted.
A week or acre from the Spanish shore
They heard a frightful wailing,
They found Coluabo on the bridge
»ith his teath sunk in the railing*
Coiumbo was a sonovabitch,
And he came froaa old da no a.
He caught',the clapp fron Isabel
The famous Spanish whore,
Now doctors on this Goddam ship
fere few and far from many*
There was only one old quack on board #
And he went by nana of Bennie.
Christopher Coluiibo«3
Old Bennie Knew a thing or two.
His smile was calm and placidj
He filled Columdo's penis up
With hot sulphuric acid*
For ninety days and ninety nights
They sailed the broad Atlantic,
tint ill at last for a piece of ass
The sailors ware quite frantic*
Wheha nan got ver* ver* bad
The tied hiii to the mast-pole,
And Solumbo bared his good right am
And shoved it up his aes-hola.
Cclunbo had a cabin boy
Who loved hiip like a brother,
And every night at half past twelve
They would leap on one another.
For ninety day3 and ninety nights
They sailed in search of booty,
Till upon a shore they spied a who re-
lb y Gawd! she was a beauty!
Christopher Colu&bo 4
The sailors leapad into the surf,
Shedding shirts and collars,
In fifteen minutes by the clock
She made ten thousand dollars*
Columbo chased a nut brown aiaid
fho resented his advances,
Till he ran her up a cocoa palit,
And fucked her in the branches*
For seven hours they kept it up, ,
And made a wild commotion.
The cocoanuts were shakes loose
And fell into the ocean*
This Island maid was very sweat,
But her revenge was sweater,
Culumbo got a dose of syph,
With ihancres on his peter.
Soon he journeyed back to Spain
Where he \vas needed sorely,
For the Queen with a length of bean
fas masturbating hourly. .^
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Christopher Coluabo. 5
Ha laid the New Wolld at h^r faet,
But g^ve her greater rapture
When he laid her down upon the rug,
And set about to scratch her.
It took a whole night*s labor
To satisfy her passion,
And he filled her up with syphilis
In thorogaing fashion.
So he got his knockers taken off,
And they dy$d his pecker yellow
For bei#g a dirty sonovrabitch
And dosing Isabella.
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In fourteen hundred and ninety-two, a Dago from Italee,
Was walking on the streets of Sjifcin, selling hot tamalee.
He went up to the Qaeen of Spain; said "Give me ships and cargo
And I'll he a cook-eyed sone of a bitoh If X don't bring
ymx bade, Chicago •"
For he knew the world was round-o
And land It oould be fouafeo
v Shis masturbating, fornicating
Grlstofo Columbo*
How in the town of Madrid, the clapsters were not many,
And the very best clapster in the town was a God-damned Jew
^ w*Xl U4c named Benny.
Colombo he did go to him, with oouatanaiiet calm and placid,
And Benny filled his peter up - with muriatic acid.
For he knew the world was round-o
And land it oould be found-o '
Shis navigating, virgin-hating Christofo Culurabo.
Fourteenvd^s^mjhe 4f*Pf Columbo he got rooty9
He MfHt^WyKm^mi fcSgye and said "Ain't that a beautyf«
The first mate thumbed his nose at him and hid behind the mast
pole,
Columbo grabbed the cabin-boy and jammed it up his ass-hole•
For he knew the world was round-o
And land It oould be found-o
Ihis masturbating, fornicating
Crlstofo Columbo.
Columbo had a one-eyed matef he loved him like a brother,
They used to go dowft in the hold and lay on one another I
The sailors were a whorry crew, they buggered anybody -
Columbo said that was the way that they all kept so ruddy.
For he knew the world was round-o
. And land it could be found-o
That navigating, sailor-baiting,
Son-of-a-bitch Columbo.
? A^X- And when they hSffiJto sight of land, all were intent on
bo*>ty
^&P? ^-~ A whore stoodM&lyJ upon the sand, Great Chr^sttshe was a
beauty*
\ ^«^J c^> The "WgHipl^ed iato the deep, sheading ooats
and collars,
(K& ^}^^ Iu sH^att^n minutes f ty the clock,
she made nine hundred dollars*
p^ h For he knew the world was
round-o
And land it could be found-o
That masturbating, fornicating,
Crlstofo Columbo.
Coltaabo: he did get last whaok, his oook was red and fiery,
fie started baoic into his ship, to write it in his diary,
A mighty shout arose on board "All hands, come weigh the anchor"
Coltonho oouldn't more a step - his halls were full of chancre.
Oh, his balls were large and round-o
His oock hung to the ground-o
Shis masturbating, fornicating
Son of a bitch, Columbo.
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♦Iwas in fourteen hundred and ninety~twof
Columbo, he departed,
Isabella wept a peek of tears,
Columbo merely farted*
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The ship was ninety days at set,
Cclumbo, he felt rooty;
His cock stood at attention, for
It heard the call to dirty.
He took the good old whanger out
And laid it on the deck,
The first mate stumbled ov^r it
.ejad damnsd near broke his heck.
As he lay there on the quarter-deck,
Close to the forward mas thole,
Columbo gave hie ccok a twitch,
And shoved it up his &S3~hole»
"Oh, spare mefsirei,r the first made cried,
"And I will give my daughter•"
,fBrin^ on the bitch" bold Chris replied,
"Or I will give no quarter."
She maiden fled across the deck,
2he villiaa he pursued her,
Some white of egg:ran down her leg,
2he son of a bitch had screwed her*
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Some die of drinking beer.
Some die of the diabetis,
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B*» ell the whule, WbrtflHPvor
There U aothimg half bo sure
As the drip drip drip,
And the drop drop drop
Of the God damned gonorrhea*
Put o& your old rubber bonnet,
With eome vaselino upon it,
For you. cannot have it any other waye
For it wouldn't do a lady
Ta have a little baby
A week before her weddind day,
We are from Troop I, from Troop I are we.
fe ride together, bare arssed and free
God Damn It!.!'
We're from lake Brie, fe should be weary-
Troop" I from Buffalo!
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fho ipainted his arse like a dahlia.
They viewed th brigit flower -
In delight by the hour,
But they say that the scent was a failure*
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jTias a rabbet and a dog 1cfL*^
1 turtle and a frop;.
And t-.ro cockatoos tkat k»ow thair alphabet 8. »*<£»-h_
Ok i.r.SMaoH, Oh kr. Skaea, Her choicest pat I think yoiiVa waver
saa«. *f £ti>
She k aps it opt of sight,
But lets 919 play with it at"sight-
*A Persia* kitten, kr. Gallagher!
•Just plain puesey, *r. Sheos.
Ok kr. Gallagher, oh kr. Gallagher, I lore to fxsV)"t[/^ brooks
for pare'*
a»d trout*
This sylvan solitude
Do as siy po at s nat u r a go od.
I faal i*cli*ad to daii^e arousd and shout.
Ok kr. Shaen, oh kr. Shaen, Keep quiet, for a funny tkiitg Ifra
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A man sitting in'the sand,,
A long pole i» his hand-
• Bait castirp, Lr. Gallagher!
•kasturbati^g, kr. Shea».
Ok kr. Gallagher, oh kr,8allaghsrr.T«Qir swaatid[callad last wi^t
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Tha phone.
Said ska fait inclined to play,
But her husband was away,
And ska was vary loneso:aa till stlon-e.
On kr. S^33n, oh kr Sheas- ,1 hurried off to cheer my darti***
quaan.
I had a lot of power, •
^ai cana i«* balf sin hour-
In your speedster, kr Gallegker!
- 0» her sofa,/kr« Sheen!
Ok kr. Gallegker, ok fcr* Gallagher, The country surely is ft
lonely place
The air so fresh and pure,
The rtaidens all datura, /
And everyone'presents a sailing face*
0* i r* S±*e«n, Oj* kr. S«3*?«, Ibpent a Suits er once Mfe ere
fields were £rasE
Tae Faraers asuis was Wat^r,
And he kad a ctaraing-ddtygkter-
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Aii Adaption of Carolina in thaborning.
Occg I mat a fella,
And hie teat idea were yella,
Id the boruing*
I eays moat emphatic
You're looking too gyematic,
In tba morning.
It ia too lata for screwing,
You stfurtrurbate* I eee.
What you have been doing,
Doean't appeal to ae."
Ha Say8t * ?heneare thinge finer
Than a juicy tight vagina,
In the zaoiming.
for the cunt thai softly squeezes
Brings disaster and diaeaseet
In tha morning.
But tha graatest pleasure
That a fallow can gat,
la to wake up and find {>MA^ ^efc
That^hita mtiMt» ■ m*m&mmA *~~
^In tha atoning I was dreming,
And ay bed was full of semen,, __
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"Who frigged herself with a fountain pen*
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She wau brot to bed vlth a nagn> child*
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apple tree* --
*i^lS -•" * " ■' ' s' "* " 3^« there that ehe 'gave it to .ae«
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f.\ ••*/'' • ./; :/-: Bubu mayhap,
Crab lice and dirty chaneree*
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There will be no more fucking for me*
t , With the palra of ay hand
11 k»DW pleasure grand,
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m UTTIE CRAY BSD*
(Parody on ,f«y Little Gray Hme in the West*)
in my little gray bed at the Rita,
lfcyt I th*c* ell the men Into fits.
We have oooktalls at four
And at six we have more 9
jpd then they see things that they never saw before*
mjf you liM, come to seven-o~four,
Dcmft book, Just push open the door*
0h9 the men may come strong
Bat they never last long
In my little gray bed at the Bits*
PARODY*
("When Yon Wore a Tulip, and I Wore a Rose")
If you'll wear a oondomf
A big rubber condom,
Ifll take-off w& B*^V* D.fa.
Yon can oarese me,
Yon can undress me,
You can go aa far aa yon please*
Play with it, dearief
JBx& nek* it feel cheery,
It*a down \ahere the short hair grow*
You oiaj coma round on Sunday
And stay until Monday,
If you111 wear that big rubber hose*
Lr«/")
PARODY*
(Cavalier Song in the *Merry mdow)"
Dainty little horse manuref
Binety-nine per cent itfa pure;
Dainty little turdies,
Pood for all the birdies,
Dainty little horse manure*
--Dartmouth Song*
Turkey in the Straw,8
I went down town to bu$ a penny drum,
Knosked on the door and nobody come.
So I picked up a brick and broke the glass,
Out come the Devil a-sliding on hie ass.
The Devil shit a monkey and the monkey shit a flea,
The flea shit a sailor and they all went to sea,
The sea began to roar, the pise began to pour,
The sailor got a hard on, and couldn't get ashore.
1' -^Kl, Oa
Oh, here's to Sally, who's a Goddam whore,
She wipes her aes on the knob of the door*
The moon shone bright on the end of her teat,
And she brushed her teath with blue-jay shit.
Oh, she rolled over once, and she rolled over twice,
And she rolled over three times, Jesus Christ!
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The hairs on her cooxie were strawberry ooloct,
And the flea? up her aes were fucking one another.
Hero18 to the Kaiser, the son of a bitch, &? :-
kay he die of the pox and the seven year's itch,
Turkey in the Straw,2.
We'll batter hie balls with a seven pound haorter
Till his ass-hole whistles the Star Spangled Banned
The old man sat on the barbed wire fence
Screwing up his nuts with a oonkey wrench,
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The grass grew up and tickeled his balls
And his gun went off in his over-alls*
Fill up the bowl, Boys, fill up the bowl,
And drink to the dean, God damn his spulf
We'll all be there when he calls the roll,
For we're all going to fiaaven up the Dean's ass-hole*
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