For it is warranted to wink
At nobody but me?
Punch. April, 1881.
Bring to me only, if you’re wise,
The ale that’s clear and fine;
Place but a quart within the cup,
I’ll call that quart divine.
Drinking Songs for the Men of the Period.
For it is warranted to wink
At nobody but me?
Punch. April, 1881.
Bring to me only, if you’re wise,
The ale that’s clear and fine;
Place but a quart within the cup,
I’ll call that quart divine.
Drinking Songs for the Men of the Period.