Classic Poem

I'll buy me a ticket to Greenville town,
Get on the train and I'll sit me down.
The whistle will blow and the wheels will roll,
In five more days I'll be at home.

That pretty girl I love her well,
I love her more than tongue can tell;
She said, “Forget me, if you can;
For I cannot wed a drinking man.”

There'll come a time and it won't be long,
You'll call for me and I'll be gone.
You'll call for me and all in vain
For I'll be on some western train.

Go dig my grave and dig it wide,
Place a jug of brandy at my side;
Put a forty-four upon my breast,
Go way, you girls, and let me rest.

Or, when I die, don't bury me at all,
Just lay me away in alcohol.
Set a jug of liquor at my feet,
And tell those girls I'm just asleep.

Good-bye, Old Booze, forever more,
My boozing days will soon be o'er.
I've loved you long, I've loved you well;
I hope there'll be no booze in hell.