Great grand-dad
Great grand-dad when the land was young Barred the door with a wagon tongue For the times was rough, and the redskins mocked He said his prayers with a shot-gun cocked He was a citizen tough and grim Danger was duck soup to him He ate corn pone and bacon fat Great grandson would starve on that Great grand-dad was a busy man Cooked his grub in a fryin' pan He picked his teeth with a hunting knife And he wore the same suit all his life Twenty-one children came to bless The old man's home in the wilderness Doubt this statement if you can Great grand dad was a busy man Twenty-one boys and how they grew Tall and strang on the bacon too Slept on the floor with the dogs and cats And hunted in the woods in their coon-skin caps Twenty-one boys and not one bad They never got fresh with their great grand-dad For if they had, he'd have been right glad To tan their hides with a hickory gad He raised them rough but he raised them well When their feet took hold on the road to hell He straightened them out with an iron ramrod And filled them full of the fear of God They grew strong in heart and hand Firm foundation of our land Twenty-one boys and a great grand-son He's a terrible time with that one