Oscar Hummel

 I staggered on through darkness,
There was a hazy sky, a few stars
Which I followed as best I could.

It was nine o'clock, I was trying to get home.

But somehow I was lost,
Though really keeping the road.

Then I reeled through a gate and into a yard,
And called at the top of my voice:
"Oh, Fiddler! Oh, Mr.
 Jones!"
(I thought it was his house and he would show me the way home.
)
But who should step out but A.
 D.
 Blood,
In his night shirt, waving a stick of wood,
And roaring about the cursed saloons,
And the criminals they made?
"You drunken Oscar Hummel", he said,
As I stood there weaving to and fro,
Taking the blows from the stick in his hand
Till I dropped down dead at his feet.

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