Sam Devere's Dream - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
SAM DEVERE'S DREAM. Written and sung by Sam Devere. 
The other night I just dropped in To a German beer saloon, And after putting away a keg I fill asleep quite soon; I dreamt all sorts of funny things, And as it won't take long, To till you all about it now I'll try in a little song. 
I thought all sorts of things occurred, Funny, strange and queer; Girls wore pretzels for ear-rings. And the gutters flowed with beer; Big German bologna sausage skins The firemen used for hose. And the good old strong limburger cheese Smelled sweeter than the rose. I thought old General Grant pulled hard On a bad five cent cigar, While Senator Conkling and Jim Blaine Both put on the gloves to spar; I thought St. Patrick appeared with a club, And banished all the snakes That craw led in old socks, hats and boots, When they got the benzine shakes. I dreamt old Sitting Bull came in To get a new supply. He gave them taffy all round, And he shut the white man's eye; Thought Francis Murphy and John B Gough On the sly took rum and gum, And the British lion was blowed sky-high With a great big Fenian bomb. Thought Doctor Walker lost her pants, Which left her in the lurch. And Beecher lectured on free love. As the head of the Mormon church; I dreamt they had a warrant out For the arrest of the Russian Czar, For trying to pass off whitewashed pennies As dimes in a bob-tail car. I dreamt that Doctor Tanner said He could fast for twenty years, But he got so thin they let him out For a pair of tailor's shears; I dreamt the tramps were getting fat Draining out lager beer kegs. And hoops were coming in style again, To encircle the fair ones'-forms.