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Show "HE NEVER BLAMED THE BOOZE" , Tramp Peddles Merry Jingles That Contain a Moral. An old tramp, tousled and grimy, peddles this every day on the Bowery, Bow-ery, always with these words tn husky tones: "Not copyrighted no owner but the Truth." He took a bottle up to bed. Drank whisky hot each night. Drank cocktails in the morning. But never could get tight. He shivered in the evening. And always had the blues. Until he took a bowl or two But he never blamed the booze. His joints were full of rheumatiz, Hts appetite was slack. He had pains between his shoulders. And chills ran down his da ok. He suffered from Insomnia, At night he couldn't snooze; He sad it was the climate But he never blamed the booze. His constitution was ran down At least, that's what he said His legs were swelled each morning, And he often had swelled head. He tackled beer, wine, whisky. And ff they didn't fuse He blamed it to dyspepsia But he never blamed the boose. He said he couldn't sleep at nightst And he always had bad dreams: He claimed he always laid awake Till early sunrise beams. He thought it was malaria-Alas, malaria-Alas, 'twas but a ruse-He ruse-He blamed it onto everything But he never blamed the booze. His liver needed scraping. And his kidneys had the gout; He swallowed lots of bitters, Till at last he cleaned them out His legs were swelled with dropsy. Till he had to cut his Bhoes; He blamed it to the doctors But he never blamed the booze. Then he had the tremens. And he tackled rats and snakes; First he had the fever. And then he had the shakes. At last he had a funeral. And the mourners had the blues. And the epitaph they carved tor him was , "He never blamed the booze." Every night the same old tramp keeps a dime for a bed and that ia all he saves from the sales of his Jingles. The remainder goes for the "booze." New York Sun. |
