Thither Jim turned. 'And now I'll drink,' he said.
'I'll drink and drink--I never did before--
I'll drink and drink until I'm mad or dead,
For that's what comes of meddling with a whore.'
He called for liquor at 'The Bull and Boar';
Moody he drank; the woman asked him why:
'Have you had trouble?' 'No,' he said, 'I'm dry.
Dry and burnt up, so give's another drink;
That's better, that's much better, that's the sort.'
And then he sang, so that he should not think,