To our lips of flame,
If we could not sing thee?
Whiskey, drink divine!
Why should driv’lers bore us
With the praise of wine,
Whilst we’ve thee before us?
Greek and Roman sung
Chian and Falernian—
Shall no harp be strung
To thy praise, Hibernian?
To our lips of flame,
If we could not sing thee?
Whiskey, drink divine!
Why should driv’lers bore us
With the praise of wine,
Whilst we’ve thee before us?
Greek and Roman sung
Chian and Falernian—
Shall no harp be strung
To thy praise, Hibernian?