I was working in Ontario Mennonite country long ago and had lunch in a little rural tavern. I asked the bartender if they ever got Mennonites in as customers and he told me "all the time", and that a lot of them were brought home passed out by their horses.
I was working in Ontario Mennonite country long ago and had lunch in a little rural tavern. I asked the bartender if they ever got Mennonites in as customers and he told me "all the time", and that a lot of them were brought home passed out by their horses.
I thought he was exaggerating, but I guess not.
I can hear them singing to there horse:
Show me the way to go home,
I'm tired and I want to go to bed,
I had a little drink about an hour ago,
And it went right to my head