Wed 18 Sep, 2002 08:29 am
A smokers Poem.
A drunken man came home one
To find his house without a light.
He walked up to his daughter’s room.
And found her hanging from the
He took his knife and cut her down,
And upon her breasts these words were found:
My love was for a smoker
boy, who smoked marijuana just for joy, and when he smoked, he smoked he smoked alone, to show the world he's on his
So dig my grave and dig it deep, and plant marijuana at my feet
And by my side, a snow white dove to show the world
I died for his love.
So they dug her grave, and they dug it deep, and planted marijuana at her feet, but by her side,
a bottle of champagne, to show the world she died in vain.
So all you women bare in mind, a smokers love is hard to
find, and if you find one good and true, don't ever leave him for someone new.
The only online
reference I could find was to Kim Morrissey, who apparently has a Smokers' Poem, but I think it's not the one you're
I dunno, but there
are a few members from the Realm who will join, and they know poetry much better than I.
Thanx anyhow. I
think It's written by a Richard ...somebody or somebody.. Richard, but have not had any luck finding for it. The first part
of the poem is a direct quote, but the last part I had to improvise, So it's not that easy to find. If you have any other
hints on finding out, please let me know.
I'm still looking,
Pharon, but no luck so far.
From what I know, it was written not to long ago, about 60's 70's but that all i know and even with the power of the
internet, No go
Well, "So Be It" :wink:
older than time
(lyrics Public Domain)
she went upstairs to make her bed and not a word to her
mother said her
mother went upstairs too saying oh
daughter my daughter what troubles you
oh mother oh mother i can not tell that
butcher that boy I love so well he courted he courted my
life away and now at home at home he will not
ther is a place a place in london town wher that
butcher that boy he goes and sits down He takes
strange that strange girl on his knee and tells her and
tells her what he won't tell me
her father her
father came home from work saying my
daughter my daughter she looks so hurt he went upstairs
upstairs to give her hope
and found her and found her
hanging from a rope
he took a knife a knife and cut her down and in her
bosom a note he found go dig a grave
both wide and deep and place a marble slab at my head
and over my
coffin my coffin place a snow white dove to
warn the world the world that I died for love
variations of this
You know the old "Ballad of the Butcher Boy"?
He [WOODY GUTHRIE] used that tune for five or ten songs. One
of his best children's songs is "Cleano."
He put another famous verse to this tune in 1942, when the CIO Ladies
Auxiliaries asked him to write a theme song for them. "What's wrong with 'Union Maid'?" he asked. "We wrote that for you."
They said it was a good song, but it wasn't dignified enough, and besides, it didn't have the words "Ladies Auxiliary" in
the chorus. So Woody, off the top of his head sang: "Oh, the Ladies Auxiliary...."
fascinating where this
lyric has been
ehBeth, the Union Maid rises up out of my
past. My sister and I had a singing duo, these many years ago, and one of the guys in our backup group sang "There once was
a union maid/she never was afraid/of goons and finks and ??? /and deputy sheriffs who made the raids, etc."
was "Talkin' Union."
You are right in that many words, political and otherwise, were put to old tunes. I listen to
the old Woody Guthrie stuff, and he has thousands of words but we all know the tunes after the first few
this id the closest any and all have come to finding the source and call me ignorant but i have necer heard of [WOODY
and I thought I was educated....Duh.
I must thank you for the link I have checked to see for some
kind of documented source but to no avail, well i can find out who [WOODY GUTHRIE] now,
pharon - woody
guthrie is only one of the musicians who took the original traditional song and modified it, just as the version you are
familiar with was further modified.
do let us know if we can help you find more information on Woody Guthrie or the
tradition of music of the British Isles as it travelled across the world. Ethnomusicology is truly a fascinating way of
studying people and their travels and developments.
Enjoy your poems and songs!
I am however still seaching for the author who made this version but you have been most helpfull.
I just came across this topic.
In case you are still interested in learning more about Woody Guthrie here is a biographical link:
Never take your loved ones for granted,
They could be gone tomorrow
All of my dreams seem to fall be the side
Like a discarded thought or the day's fading light
I know that if i could see you tonight
Forever at the times we may fall
Your kindness for weakness i never mistook
I worried you often, yet understood
Forever I'll find you, Forever we'll be
Forever your strength will remain with me
It is really nice poem ......
but i don't know anything about this poem......
POEM DIG MY GRAVE
SLIGHT VARIATION TO WORDS
THEN IT BECOMES A SEA SHANTY WAY BACK IN MY DAY
The version I know
My dad used to sing me a version of this as a lullaby when I was a baby - I still sing it for my kids. My dad learnt this version when he was a boy.
A workman came from work one night
To find his house without a light
He went upstairs to go to bed
When a sudden thought came to his head
He went into his daughter's room
to find her hanging from a beam
he took his knife and cut her down
And on her breast these words he found
Oh lord I wish my babe were born
And all my troubles they were gone
So dig my grave and dig it deep
and lay white lilies at my feet
So all you maiden's bear in mind
A soldiers love is hard to find
So if you find one good and true
Don't change the old love for the new.
My dad say's its about a girl married to a soldier, who gets pregnant whilst her husband is off at war and kills herself so he never knows of her infidelity.
Hope this helps
HAVE YOU HAD ANY JOY YET