Mingled in thy cheery brew?
Hops, not drugs, thy tincture? O
Λαγερ μου σάς ἀγαπῶ!
Howsoe’er it be, I fear,
Made of Something, you are queer!
For you make my head to ache,
And my stomach cause to quake,
After twenty Drinks or so—
Λαγερ μου σάς ἀγαπῶ!
Free Press Flashes, 1882.