Songs of the Folk - Aloysius Beam Lyrics

In the room upstairs you search to find, the book to bind
Forgotten all the words but it will remind, the truth unkind
When the boy was born he was a privileged one, a man-made son
He loved the Word of God but never had no fun, the man-made son
The man-made son went out after dark, spread the Word of the Lord
Father took the boy and made him ash his face, learn his place
Time to be a man he says to him. We all have sinned
In the woods he looks to the left and right, with all his might
Train the gun and fire upon your target now, his sweaty brow
The boy stood up, he denied to defy what was right in his mind
Aloysius Beam is my given name and I proclaim
I quit the work of God now I'm a chimney sweep, I drink my mead
The chimney sweep, he keeps the truth of the gospel in his heart