Yep, Egyp’s dry; ’z a gin’ral rule
They ain’t much doin’ in likker;
Saloons is skurce ’z a breedin’ mule,
An’ shy ’z a nestin’ flicker.
But fokes kin git it—“bootleg stuff”—
An’ hev a reel good souse,
Tho’ most o’ them that does it ’s tough,
An’ allers startin’ rows.
Onct down ter Sims’, so people tell,
A bunch o’ pickled runts