The Gleeful Choir

Our train rolled out of Greenville late last night.
We've come for your women and we wouldn't say no to your whisky.
We all laughed when the proctor said he didn't like a tour.
Lettin' them boys loose at night seems mighty risky.

And it's home, boys, home,
Home I'd like to be.
But professors, books, and Bible give me one hell of an itch
And a tour sure sounds like a good way to scratch to me!

Charley Mopps came out for the club
And the maestro told the man he had to sing the tune just so.
Charley gave him a sample of his wares.
He said you can't sing a lick, but boy, you've got to go.

When I die won't you lay me in a ditch,
And never will you mind if I don't smell like flowers.
Leaving here will be bitter, I'll admit,
But life is for the living. When I've gone on, recall:
None lived lives better than ours.

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