What A Waste Of Good Corn Likker Mac Wiseman D
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I have lost my blue eyed darling; now I sit with a broken heart
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By my cabin in the Carolina hills
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Oh I loved the shiner’s daughter loved her true with all my heart
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Till she fell into her pappy’s liquor still.
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Oh what a waste of the good corn likker; from the still, they pulled the plug.
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Now the revenooers snicker ‘cause she melted in the likker,
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and they had to bury poor Lilly by the jug.
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Cousin Caleb on the jews harp played a mighty mournful tune
As the kinfolk bowed their heads and gathered round
Then we heard the parson singing “Drink me only with thine eyes…”
As we watched them pour poor Lilly in the ground.
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Now I’m sitting in the twilight neath the weeping willow tree
And the sun is slowly sinking in the west.
And I’m clasping to my bosom a little jug of Lilly Mae,
And with broken heart I’m longing for the rest.
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