The house is on the mountain road;
not far from Cap Martin place.
It is not a lonesome spot;
as the winding road you trace,
It was on 26 of March, 1938;
we broke the frozen earth.
On the Charles Dempsey estate.
The ground it was very rocky;
so we soon had things in shape.
To build the mammoth cellar,
with material from the estate;
Dana built the forms,
which was so very true;
Carl mixed the cement,
which Frank could not do;
The Dempsey's they arrived,
in due time you well know,
To see how things was looking,
and how we made it go;
Brigham drawed the stone,
so Frank could do his part;
Dana matched the wood,
so it will not come apart;
The mansion is built of native stone,
and it's kind are very few;
No doubt the house will stand the test,
C.J. said no other kind would do;
Now the plumbing and the plastering,
is waiting yet to do,
When Mrs. Dempsey gets her stove up,
then we will have our old beef stew.
Now Wallrath is a German, Van Volkinburg German too,
Dempsey is a big Irishman,
so what in hell will we do;
Now when this house is completed,
both inside and out;
It will be a good place for Dempsey,
for he is big and stout;
Now we all like the bottle,
that is plain to see;
When we all had lunch,
under the old apple tree;
Very truly yours;
F.B.V.
