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Show Kentuek Is Going Dry. O there's brick-dust in the cellar Where the Bourbon used to stay; And the Colonel's lips are parching For a drink to start the day; And tho birds have ceased their singing', For the clouds blot out the sky; And there's mourn in? in the morning Old Kentuek Is going dry! O the weeds have claimed the mint bed, And the julep Is a jest; And there's nothing left but water They may offer to a guest; Where the Major meets the Colonel And In silence passes hy, With a grief too rreat to comfort Old. Kentuek Is going dry! O the Judge is staid and sober. For there's nothing left to drink; Even crafty politicians Do not give their friends the wink. In the stlli there's naught but stillness, For the Bourbon and the rye Are two things the natives dream of Old Kentuek is going dry! O the pleasant clink of glasses Is a sound of bygone days: For the barkeep's job is vanished He has gone tho unknown ways; And there's dust upon the counter Where the highballs used to fly, When they took 'em stiff and steady Old Kentuek is going dry! liouisvjjle Courier-Journal. |