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Show A MOONSHINER'S SOLILOQUY A moonshiner sat in his cave In the hill, Counting the drops as they came from the still; Now and then smiling to thing of the kick The Etuff be was brewing would give to the hick. Said he to himself, surely, I'm quite essential. This game is my bread my spirit's credential. What care I for prohi's, their blessings bles-sings or curse, Since it's making me famous and filling fill-ing my purse? Though to drink of the poison I'm making to sell Is to abandon all hope with assurance of hell. But the public demands It; and so long as they do -I'll keep right on selling my fuzzel- olled brew. And if the law cops start treating me rough, I'll tame and bribe them with a drink of my stuff.' Then, why shpuld I worry in thiB life filled with fun? Believe me, I don't Yo, ho, and a bottle of mm. L. R. S. |