From bad to worse, it mostly leads to death and ruin’s brink, John.
You know your uncle Robert had
As nice a house as mine, John,
But, years ago, you know, as well,
He swallowed it in wine, John,
His trade is dead, his shop is shut,
’Twas drink that made him fail, John;
He started with a single glass,
And now he’s in the gaol, John.
Use, John, use, John, winks at this abuse, John,