In the Reign of old Queen Bess good eating did prevail,

Her Majesty and all the Court would breakfast on strong ale;

But now through every Court, the folk the fashion to be in,

Would ail all day, unless 'fore breakfast they could take some Gin.

Gin, Gin, sweet, sweet Gin,

There's no drops like Gin.

Gin, Gin, renovating Gin.

Gin, Gin, renovating Gin.