Now, I don't mind a powder, a pill, or a draught—
Though I mingle the former with jam—
And many's the mixture I've cheerfully quaff'd,
And the pill I have gulp'd like a lamb.
But then I envelop my pills in tin-foil,
And I can't do the same with my cod-liver oil!
In the course of my lifetime I 've swallow'd enough
To have floated a ship of the line,
And it 's purely the fault of this horrible stuff
That I've ceased to enjoy ginger wine.