Drunk, when he should not have been,
A rare old toper was I. V. Green!
Though I. V. Green he pull’d so hard,
’Twas mostly at something “short;”
He was half-seas over within the bar,
And yet never got into port.
Sober never was he seen:
A rare old toper was I. V. Green!
He needed no bier to carry his bones,
For he carried his beer in his head;