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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532746" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Drunkard's Funeral</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Yes," said the sister with the little pinched face,<br>The busy little sister with the funny little tract: —<br>"This is the climax, the grand fifth act.<br>There rides the proud, at the finish of his race.<br>There goes the hearse, the mourners cry,<br>The respectable hearse goes slowly by.<br>The wife of the dead has money in her purse,<br>The children are in health, so it might have been worse.<br>That fellow in the coffin led a life most foul.<br>A fierce defender of the red bar-tender,<br>At the church he would rail,<br>At the preacher he would howl.<br>He planted every deviltry to see it grow.<br>He wasted half his income on the lewd and the low.<br>He would trade engender for the red bar-tender,<br>He would homage render to the red bar-tender,<br>And in ultimate surrender to the red bar-tender,<br>He died of the tremens, as crazy as a loon,<br>And his friends were glad, when the end came soon.<br>There goes the hearse, the mourners cry,<br>The respectable hearse goes slowly by.<br>And now, good friends, since you see how it ends,<br>Let each nation-mender flay the red bar-tender, —<br>Abhor<br>The transgression<br>Of the red bar-tender, —<br>Ruin<br>The profession<br>Of the red bar-tender:<br>Force him into business where his work does good.<br>Let him learn how to plough, let him learn to chop wood,<br>Let him learn how to plough, let him learn to chop wood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"The moral,<br>The conclusion,<br>The verdict now you know:—<br>'The saloon must go,<br>The saloon must go,<br>The saloon,<br>The saloon,<br>The saloon,<br>Must go.'"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"You are right, little sister," I said to myself,<br>"You are right, good sister," I said.<br>"Though you wear a mussy bonnet<br>On your little gray head,<br>You are right, little sister," I said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Vachel+Lindsay">Vachel Lindsay</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532746" data-title="The Drunkard's Funeral de Vachel Lindsay" data-description=""Yes," said the sister with the little pinched face, The busy little sister with the funny little tract: — "This is the climax, the grand fifth act. There rides the proud, at the finish of his race. There goes the hearse, the mour..."></div> </div> </div>
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