For I’m in a great hurree!
“I like the drinks at St. Charles’ Hotel,
But I never could bear strong Porter,
Especially when it is served in a shell,
Or mixed in an iron mortar!”
“I reckon you’re right,” Sir Farragut said,
“I reckon you’re right,” said he;
“For if my PORTER should fly to your head,
A terrible crash there’d be, be, be,
A terrible crash there’d be!”