The Red Light Saloon

1. A trip down to Bangor, the Fourth of July: To
make my connection with a train I did try. The
train it being late, as you all will know soon, I was
forced to take a trip to the Red Light Saloon.

2 I boldly walked in and stepped up to the bar,
When a saucy young damsel says, “Have a cigar!”
A cigar I did take, in a chair I sit down,
When a saucy young damsel came tripping around.

3 She boldly came over, sit down on my knee,
Saying, “Jack, you're a woodsman, that I plainly see.”
Saying, “Jack, you're a woodsman, and that we all know.
Your muscle is hard from your head to your toe!” . . .
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