When Spring cleaning time’s come, &c.
Anon.
Rum, good Rum.
Of all the strong drinks that are loved in the slum,
Be they ever so fiery, there’s none like good rum;
Its quickness in levelling a man with the ground
In no other liquor will ever be found.
Rum, rum, good rum, good rum,
There’s nothing like rum; there’s nothing like rum.