The Night I Stole Old Sammy Morgan's Gin

Listen folks and I will tell a funny story

You may think it sad but I was in my glory

Twas a cellar I crept in cobwebs brushing by my chin

On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin.

As my hand fell on the jug I had to snicker

But when I started for the door I went much quicker

For just up above my head someone jumped right out of bed

On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin.

As I left that cellar believe me I was liftin'

And the hops from one arm to the other shiftin'

Then I stopped and hauled the plug sat there till I drained the jug

Had my mind all set no spare drops I was missin'.

Then on my feet I thought I was but wasn't

And for roads I guess I saw about a dozen

When I reached the old porch door I went smack-o on the floor

On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin.

I just made one step and landed in the coal box

Then from off the mantle came a Big Ben 'larm clock

But I finally got upstairs after passing seven bears

Twas the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin.

By my bedroom door an owl stood taking tickets

Then the monkey stood before me baking biscuits

But the funniest sight of all was two roosters playing ball

On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin.

I saw mice as big as horses washing dishes

As an ape came in the door dressed up in britches

Then the floor fell on my head as I tried to get in bed

Twas the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin.

Well I woke next morning guess twas closer evenin'

And my room was certainly in an awful shape

Someone else had took my head and left an elephant's there instead

On the morning after drinking Sammy's gin...