Fill us the teapot up,
Fill us the teapot up, strong liquor’s self-slaughter.
Tea cheers the gloomy, the sad, and melancholic,
Tea cheers the gloomy, the sad, and melancholic,
And it not inebriates,
And it not inebriates,
And it not inebriates like potions alcoholic.
He that drinks mixed punch, and goes to bed mellow,
He that drinks mixed punch, and goes to bed mellow,
Lives as he shouldn’t do,