“The Dying Drunkard”
Description
"What a terrible doom I have met. My teeth are now chattering, my eyes almost dead." "Oh, terrible, terrible doom of despair, My soul, you are landing I do not know where." At first, drinking was fun. Now the singer is dying; he warns others of drink
References
- Shellans, pp. 56-57, "The Dying Drunkard" (1 text, 1 tune)
- Roud #7321
- BI, Shel056