In India, when a Husband dies—the Widow ne'er can smile,

She's burnt alive, a sacrifice, upon her husband's pile;

In London many Wives and Widows deem it not a sin,

To sacrifice and burn themselves alive with fire of Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,

There's no drops like Gin.

Gin, Gin, Sir Robert Burnett's Gin.