It gives us marks, and without bound,
It turneth our head completely round;
It plays with our eyes, it mocks our brain,
And sends us rolling in the drain.
I love the gin! I love the gin!
And in a butt of it I could swim,
Or ever live among butts below,
For the juniper’s taste so well I know;
If a drunken storm should rise, and a row begin,
What matter? We’ll settle it all with Gin.