A Scientific Drinking Song.
GO, bring me the goblet that maddens my soul
Where the sulphate of copper lurks deep in the bowl
Where the saccharine matter tastes richly intense,
And the brain-turning alcohol threatens the sense.
Deleterious acids, I laugh ye to scorn,
For one alkali kills ye, when taken at morn;
And I know that a towel tied wet round my brow,
May demolish the headache that hangs o'er me now.
No matter what vintage—no matter what name—