Why, Liquor Of Life?
The Bard addresses whiskey --
Why, liquor of life! do I love you so
When in all our encounters you lay
me low?
More stupid and senseless I every day grow
What a hint! --- if I’d mend by the warning
Tatter’d and torn you’ve left my coat
I’ve
not a cravat to save my throat
Yet I pardon you all my sparkling doat
If you’d cheer me again in the morning
Whiskey replies ---
When
you’ve heard prayers on Sunday next
With a sermon besides, or at least --- the text
Come down to the alehouse---however you’re vexed
And
though thousands of cares assault you
You’ll find tippling there---till morals mend
A cock shall be placed in the barrel’s end
The jar
shall be near you, and I’ll be your friend
And give you a ‘Cead Mile Failte.’
The Bard resumes his address ---
Come, vein of my
heart! then come in haste
You’re like Ambrosia, my liquor and feast
My forefathers all had the very same taste
For the genuine dew of
the mountain
Oh! Usquebaugh! I love its kiss
My guardian spirit, I think it is
Had my christening bowl been filled with this
I’d have
swallowed it---were it a fountain
