The liquor that Sterret sells, by thunder!
Would make a man do anything,
And some time or other, I shouldn’t wonder
If it made a saint on the gallows swing;
It will run a man to perdition quicker
Than it takes a fiddler to reel off tunes;
Why, this Court herself once got drunk on that liquor,
And stole the whole of old Sterret’s spoons!”
IN NEVADA
Like an awful alligator