The Town MarshalThe Prohibitionists made me Town MarshalWhen the saloons were voted out,Because when I was a drinking man,Before I joined the church, I killed a SwedeAt the saw-mill near Maple Grove.And they wanted a terrible man,Grim, righteous, strong, courageous,And a hater of saloons and drinkers,To keep law and order in the village.And they presented me with a loaded caneWith which I struck Jack McGuireBefore he drew the gun with which he killed me.The Prohibitionists spent their money in vainTo hang him, for in a dreamI appeared to one of the twelve jurymenAnd told him the whole secret story.Fourteen years were enough for killing me.
The Prohibitionists made me Town MarshalWhen the saloons were voted out,Because when I was a drinking man,Before I joined the church, I killed a SwedeAt the saw-mill near Maple Grove.And they wanted a terrible man,Grim, righteous, strong, courageous,And a hater of saloons and drinkers,To keep law and order in the village.And they presented me with a loaded caneWith which I struck Jack McGuireBefore he drew the gun with which he killed me.The Prohibitionists spent their money in vainTo hang him, for in a dreamI appeared to one of the twelve jurymenAnd told him the whole secret story.Fourteen years were enough for killing me.