There’s a man working here,
His name is Mr. Dorris,
He lives here in town,
But kinder in a forest.
His land is very fertile,
It produces mighty well,
He raises lots of vegetables,
But not enough to sell.
He makes one thing a specialty,
He will lead all over the state,
That’s these Texas onions.
He has one as large as a plate.
He has ordered him a boiler,
It will take lots and lots of tin,
It will certainly take a large one—
It’s to cook that onion in.
He says he raised that onion,
But it’s whispered all around,
That someone sent it to him
That lives away from town.
Any way the man that raised it
Accomplished a might good deed,
If he was only thoughtful enough
To save just two or three seed.
You watch my prediction—
The price of onions will drop
As soon as the merchants of Nashville
Find out he has dug his crop
I raised my little onion,
And I thought it was very nice,
I kinder think he bought his
And paid a right good price.
J. R. King, The Rambling Thoughts of a Night Watchman. Author: Nashville, 1930, page 104.
J. R. King was night watchman at Life and Casualty Insurance Company. In this book he mentions, among others, A.M. Burton, Truman Ward, WLAC and likely C. E. W. Dorris and his onions.