Monday, April 24, 2006

Dark as a Dungeon



















Come all you library folk so weird and so fine
 And seek not your fortune way down in His-Gen
 It will form like a habit and seep in your soul
 Till the stream of your blood flows as black as the New England Genealogical Register
 (Chorus:) It's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew
 The danger is doubled and the pleasures are few
 Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines
 It's dark as a dungeon way down in LL4 
 There's many a staffer I have seen in my day
 Who lived just to labor his whole life away
 Like the fiend with his dope and the drunkard his wine
 A man can have lust for the lure of the whine
 (Chorus) Oh when I am dead and the ages shall roll
 My body will blacken and turn into fiche 
Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home 
And pity the clerk just a filing my bones