Deacon TaylorI belonged to the church,And to the party of prohibition;And the villagers thought I died of eating watermelon.In truth I had cirrhosis of the liver,For every noon for thirty years,I slipped behind the prescription partitionIn Trainor’s drug storeAnd poured a generous drinkFrom the bottle marked “Spiritus frumenti.”
I belonged to the church,And to the party of prohibition;And the villagers thought I died of eating watermelon.In truth I had cirrhosis of the liver,For every noon for thirty years,I slipped behind the prescription partitionIn Trainor’s drug storeAnd poured a generous drinkFrom the bottle marked “Spiritus frumenti.”